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FITS OF APOPLEXY

The day felt cold

My pride felt old

My eyes and mind run wild

My emotions run wild

The beehive was stirred by a stick

 

I took the wheels without eyes

Rejecting all the worried eyes,

Met the sun,

Which asked why I run

I looked but saw not and trashed the sun

 

Then it left my path

Bringing heavy darkness onto my path

I got stuck and cried my hard luck

I looked but none had my back

My fit of apoplexy left me stranded and lonely

 

To what end will I have gone?

My loved ones were those shunned

With no road, no sun and no beings

How do I move on?

I wish there is a pause on fits of apoplexy.

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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