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

By amoafowaa

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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