WEEPING BEDS

If all beds have mouths

They would tell tales of their loads

And tell where it hurts

If all beds have eyes

They would tell tales never heard

In dark’s dark bosom

III

Yes, many break down

Retorting without answers

I tears never seen

Yes, many are blind

Blinded by the odd punches

Of deeds not for eyes

Beds, you are in reds

And red here stands for mourning

So mourn in glamour

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, Life, POETRY.

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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