
Down
Solemly down
Deceiving teeth show like a mask
The soul like a burning child cries
For redemption
But outward appearance drowns its cries
Into the gallon of the filled tight heart
Crying hurts pour like torrential rains
A faint matured voice calls for hope
While a child-like voice emphatically calls for an end
An end of a beginning
Or an end to a disaster?
This dilemic pathway is way more than a twisted maths
Left or right?
Forward is a desert of unwalkables
Backward seems cowardly but promises relief while dangling a fear
A walking body with a suicidal soul
A mighty head hosting a tired breath
A fiesty heart with a fetal flaw
Neigh like a horse, oh no, the children watch
Suffocate in a parcel of white smiles
Until life sucks itself from the overused little frame
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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