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HEARTBREAKS

COS 90

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I

My perfect eyes

Are full of lies

It always buys

Its special dice

Ignoring the cries

Of the heart which dies

II

How can this be?

Why didn’t they see?

I went to the stream

With a basket instead of a pot

And still fetched from the stream

And carried the angry dripping who punished with wetness

III

Oh how Could I?

Where was third eye?

Like a lamp without light,

Like a man with no mind,

Like a locked gate without keys

I reach home empty as my drum cries

IV

So I went to the stream

And now stand like I dream

Empty basket and wet

All eyes watching and seeing what I’m now seeing

Fresh streams form from eyes

The same which chose, my head bows

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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. :)

4 replies on “COS 90”

I’ve cried and wonder who was listening. The answer did not come rite away. But it did come in patience. Patience and time when in between the tears The all of life had stop for a second, I rose to find not a stream from my eyes but a smile from my face. In the mirror I looked and saw a man. Then I knew someone was listening. For that moment on I could cry, I could smile for someone was listening and I did not need to wonder why

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