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AN EMPTY HOUSE

I wake to a void

An emptiness and an ache

I am like the calabash without content,

The river without water,

The house without a tenant,

The president without citizens,

The bulb without light,

The beautiful valley without lilies

To what end can a smile travel to my face?

 

If only donkeys knew the land of wishes

I would have sat on one to take me thither

To fit the bone void from where I was lifted

To feel complete and at ease

Half flowers don’t bloom to the fullest

It yearns to touch and be complete

An empty house is no different.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

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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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