An audience so full

Enough to break many bulls

Offering to be tools

Trying to feign all the cools

On the veranda they pull


As the breathless leaves

Their loyalties go with it

Fitting perfectly

Into its six feet with ease

What are left behinds to do?


A peak at a sound

Show phantomed shadows in all

Familiar places 

Of the gone. Erasers please!

Oh! No erasers for those


The bed is not same

Half as cold as ice, half with

Unbearable heat

Hands of thoughts, loneliness and

Fear do the touching and laugh


Lord please have mercy!

Lord fill those vacuums with love

Preparing a path

Like that of the heavens to

Erase the thoughts and loss felt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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