“What beauty!

The worldly materials they fancy

I must be among

So I can also belong”


Now I see my mistake

I sold my freedom

For materials I cannot take

When I enter the pores of the earth

I have been tied with ropes of demands

Which tightens at my failure


Where is that freedom

Which gave me wings

To soar, joke and sleep?

I am now like a dog

Serving a rude master

Who makes me the cynosure of eyes

But whips with unreasonable demands

In the darkness of his chambers

Where I spend most of my time


Now that I watch, what did I covet?

Riding to walking?

Flying to riding?

Fashionable to tattered?

Being watched to watching?


Did my desire think of the aftermath?

I’m broken

My hands are red soaked

By souls whose weight I bear

What wouldn’t I do to force

The legs of time backwards?

   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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