Eyes of you great walls
Borrow mouth and talk to me
What do you witness
II
I know I’ve been halfed
By the carnivorous teeth
Which no eye peruse
III
Why then does my bed
Cry about another’s weight
When the part lies blank
IV
Dear eyes of my walls
Please help me know who lies close
In my blind estate
V
These lonely feelings
These daunting thoughts of great loss
Weigh like Mount Atwia
VI
The fingers of grief
Embrace. I am blanketed
By real hurtful thoughts
VI
Dear eyes of my wall
What you do see please do call
Thoughts play me like ball
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
If love does speak it will also answer,not so much in our time but in love’s time, patience is the greatest when you are looking for a lid for your pot, mine did not come till very late in my life,but my call was nevertheless answered.
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We thank God. Blessings Sheldon.
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Beautiful Cecilia.
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Thank you dear Nico.
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Yes I’ve often felt ping-ponged by the desire for companionship and the need to be and feel creative. Right now only my two very furry cats occupy my bed. Maybe in the future than might change.
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It will change dear Debbie. Faith is all you need.
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Double wow!
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Thank you dear George.
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