The cradle cries
From the cold of loneliness
As the infant cringes in the darkness
Of the past
What could’ve now been a blessing
Ended up being a past catastrophe
Which you pushed with the help
Of rakes of harsh drugs
Now you call on God
After abandoning the gourd
Of the gods
To wake the blood drunk by the earth
Gnash your teeth
Weep aloud
Kill yourself with guilty thoughts
Till you join that plasma you impishly shed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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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6 replies on “TEARS FROM THE CRADLE”
Tears of angels who can never walk the earth. So sad….
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Very sad Rob.
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The pain of losing a child fairly jumps off the screen! I have no idea how that feels but I can imagine!
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This happens to go out for those who engage in abortions when young destroying their wombs and looking for babies presently. It is meant to tell them the blood they shed cries in the earth.
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I see! What a painful thing to have written abut! God bless you for doing so!!
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Bless you too.
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