I sit here
Sorrow eating my judgement
Pity nursing my hurt
And shattered pride killing
My perfume of dejection
Has taken over the town
The salt in my tears are
Being extracted to prepare
Commercial and home cooked meals
Which body do I wear on this soul?
Which face do I carry in this state?
Do I wear a make up of forced pride
As I throw away my mascara of shame?
The powder from the claws of enemies
Have caked on my lifeless face
Even death shies away
And darkness seems ashamed of me
If this heart could take me back in time
With experiences of future happenings
I would have locked it for safety
Until my drop gets lost in the sea of life.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014