He was clawed to flaw

Canined to chain and insane

Knew not his right path

Going was trouble, standing,

Great pain and hunger, back? Not!


Like man, like a beast

Like a feet without a land seat

Like heart dead in life

He walked two paces and turned

Walked back two paces and turned


What is this free cage?

What is this freedom prison?

What is this thing called?

Life, prison, pain or suffering?

Trapped is the word, in own soul

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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