They get to live to see

The few steps I take

But they still love for me

To have my lifetime break

Until they finally many a me see

They look back wanting to have me again


I am also with a heart

A heart which needs to extension gain

Every second’s death breaks my heart

Every minute’s extinction gives me pain

The hourly killings are like knives in my heart

The daily death makes me go insane

The weekly extinctions hit me like a heavy bat

I have to kneel to clear my thinking bane

Now it is a confusion how younger ones push me

And older ones hates to see me go

Alas! My life is ending

And my last step hangs in the air preparing to join the other

Time never allows me to overstay my welcome


So I leave

I hope those who were left in me stop whining

Because they get to see many a me

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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