REAL CHAINS

Caught in a microcosm of ideas

What is lost is nothing but mine

I drown in rivers of a thousand mouths

And slip hearing echoes by a million rocks

I fly in the skies of all birds

And I’m de-feathered in the same sky by mean ones

How do I get to land?

Still thoughts decide to hide covered in my soul of soul

“You’ve never ever needed me, why now?” 

I hear its cry

But time will not stop

The speed will not subside

The last I remember is a painful chest

Black out,

And my world is quiet

Somewhere within, my virgin thoughts regret

Not showing more of its prowess

Now it knows, whatever happens to the body, affects it

Too late.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014