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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