Now you have to listen!
Tools, poison can harm and kill
But cruel words supersede them
As they act as painful anesthesia
Numbing the body, daring death
To attack in any form
At that point, death fights a lost cause
It can borrow the face of fire,
Can borrow the face of drowning,
Can borrow the face vehicles
Can borrow the face of frying
The body won’t budge
Now please be quiet for a bit
Love is feeling, love’s knife does not cut deep, because it fears scars
Before any words come out from that hollow,
Filter it with your heart, then head, for torn clothes can be sewn
Broken houses can be rebuilt, but these words once given life,
Travels with the mind until it is eaten by moth.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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