EMPTY THE BAGGAGE

I

A mouth saw your face

Attracted your eyes

And placed a litter in your thought’s drum

II

An eye met your eyes

Held it

And sent disdain into your thought’s drum

III

A voice sought your ears

Found it

And threw filth into your thought’s drum

IV

Some hand worked with a face

Came straight and fought your cheeks

And sent pain into your thought’s drum

V

Love left your world, now it is filled

And overflowing

And you let it flow for long

VI

Please empty the drum

Litters of hurt and pain

Needs no place in your thought’s drum

VI

They are filth

Which must be emptied at every dropping

For positivity to have a place to rule

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014