Life is like a string rope

And we are like a group of masked ant circus

On its slim grounds

No matter how many hands hold

When the dew-drop of death selects

The hold becomes meaningless

As it cages in a lone space


Tears are no life revivers in the fallen

Hurts are no exhumers of spirits

Let alone mould them bodies

Words are no miracle performers

No good deeds give second chances

Pleas are pathetic whimpers


We live and wait

Knowing death as no sickness

But looking for cure

A lone space

A fearful slot for each

Always ready to teach

Awaiters to live life to ripe

And stop hoping to live to ripe

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

5 thoughts on “THAT LONE SPACE

  1. I’m back! This time to tell you I’ve tagged you for a 3 Days 3 Quotes Challenge! It’s fun! Check the link below for my quote for today–and to see the expectations for the challenge. No obligation, though I hope you’ll consider it. I’m guessing you’ve got tons of great quotes (your own or those of others) up your sleeve! Here’s the link:


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