SOLDIERING CROSS

On a happy sea tour

Our love blossomed to the core

All sores aimed to heal

But the sea goddesses hated for it to be real

We sailed without mails

We shared in all the sails

We loved, and held

I forgot, the soldiering limpy loss I held

Until your unfortunate slip

Reminded me of what life from me strip

My restlessness led to my frustration

So I pushed for your emancipation

You interpreted it as lack of love

And looked up above

Cursing our meeting

Even while I was with pain seething

Now you have returned home as a sad treasure

Where your father took you out of pleasure

And I sit thinking what good came out of my cool

I am completely a fool.

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, #REGRETS

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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