With stolen thoughts
I sleep with these two tiny legs
Like a nice gift cramped into a package
With giant sinful thoughts

I lay here
Naked in the eyes of Satan
Satan who is a charlatan
And never forgives

He promises to give me a lonely thrashing
With cool hot cold heat
I feel satanic angels’ cane beat
I am on heat
But I feel a beat
I am on seat
But still on my feet

It really is going to be long
This night
The discourse between thinking and thoughts will be for long
If only I could fetch happenings
From the future
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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