If only these chants could give life

I would have called your ghost memory

Which stays in my head

And give our initial meeting

A static life

So you’ll be that sweet being under my feet

Even if there are hot coals under your seat

What good is this us

When you live in my past?

What good is this us

When I live in your past?

Ghost hovering in minds

Playing flashbacks 

And refusing to be forgotten

If you were in ink

I’d have made you alive with more ink

How do I make the past present?

Ghosts hovering in minds un-wavered

Ghosts crying in minds so defeated

Ghosts hovering in wishes unfulfilled

Leave your posts and grant yourselves some mercy killings

This treasure here needs to break free

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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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