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