WHEN PAIN GNAWS

You hold my thighs

When you hear my sighs

And you see dark drawing dawn nigh

But your bites tend to be high

What, to you, I did

That you’ve placed on my head a bid

That none can cancel, not even God forbid!

Makes me search for balms God hid

III

Please leave me be

Stop the pain and let my eyes close

Stop the hurt and let my head go

Into sleep so deep to give me a revival

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, PAIN, 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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8 replies on “WHEN PAIN GNAWS”

The power of your words awes me.

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Thank you dear Johnny.

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Cecilia,

This touched me on a profound level. My soul weeps knowing you understand this level of pain, for only someone who has experienced it could make my heart feel it with you. I pray blessings, healing, and peace upon you. Thank you for sharing such an intimate part of yourself.

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