I sit here

Sorrow eating my judgement

Pity nursing my hurt

And  shattered pride killing

My thoughts


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





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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