In this crazy multitude

I aim to lend this story I’m living some verisimilitude

‘Life is how you make it’ is a now a boring platitude

In the noise, I cringe at the seeming solitude

Sometimes, I sit in gratitude

Even though like the blind tomorrow’s happenings I know not in exactitude

My heart breeds an uncolourful attitude

No matter how much this head warns of its magnitude

The heart feels too wronged with thoughts of vain servitude

I have none left, no fortitude

Not that I engage in any moral turpitude

But feelings of me in a state of decrepitude

Sends me into a dense dangerous mental armoury

An armoury of mind that angers with no physical arms

Such a life, worrying solitude in the multitude

Surely makes an aggressive noisy mind

Which disturbs a peaceful body.

    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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