Weeping sweat
On a cold day
A sad heart, on a bright day
No smile, no fulfilment
No inspiration
Blank sheets
Un-writing pens
Infuriating noise, blank head
The desperation, a block,
Her worst fear
Wanting to write everything
And having everything
But a full head
Anxiety,
A writer’s worst fear
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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