Captured, I watched
A heart in oblivion as its charm
Pulled me through burdens
Into the abyss of love
Captured, I yearned
To be in an embrace
Instead of the adulthood bestowed
By my birth, yet, the bearer knew not
Captured, I followed,
With discipline though dazed
And fell into mud pits of shame
I followed in a shadow of the unknowing
Captured, he stepped and I stepped
Until passions grew full
And my chest threatened to explode
Until I stained my white-robe with his likeness
Keen is what I was
Eloquence left me in his presence
Love consumed me in his thoughts
Valiancy was never in my nature
Instant gushes of hurt
Nursed itself and exploded
A decade has sailed
But you still have me nailed
Yes, nailed to a cross through no fault of yours
Such sweat burden of thoughts
Standing back and watching
Is what I do best, I guess.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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