PAINFUL VISIONS

The huge tree cries

It cries for its loneliness

It sees it all

House them all.

When the moon lights its eyes

And darkness whistles,

They come in pairs.

Many swing

Many dance

Many kiss

many lie

Many sit

Just making each other reflective mirrors

The hurtful of all

Is when many fight

Go, come and make up

Don’t they have eyes for the huge tree

Who stands lonely

With no hope of being in a pair?

The tears of the hurt,

The love of the beloved

The passions of the lustful

The cravings of itchers

The songs of the fulfilled

The dance of the secured

Form an eternal cloud

Which rain on the huge tree

And increase with every visit

Poor huge tree

Receiver of pain

Stifler of hurt and loneliness

Hang in there

Until you fall in rest

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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