I loathe your footmat
And fear your realm
I dread your unconsciousness
And pray away your time
As I walk like a robot back and forth my dreams,
The one your brother formed at his prime,
His visions are like hell
His thoughts; the heat that the Bible speaks of
Where and how you form your real cartoons
Which model my real beings
Marvels and scares
Who or what gives you power of magic
Frustrates and haunts
Why you form laser eyes in darkness
To scare the innocent
Annoys into craze
And your power of knocking me cold into your torture
Moulds around me mounds of desperation

You have your rights!
You certainly have your brights!
Please spare me your fights
I fear that height
Knock me cold into your life-line
So I see nor hear none in your cinema
Such frights at your sites
Set my sights on tight pain
And horrors which transfer to all your twin siblings
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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. :)

3 replies on “DREAM WALKING”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s