TENSE

Post author By amoafowaa
Post date May 26, 2016
4 Comments on TENSE

When my heaven in daylight turns to hell
Calling to keep a countenance none can tell
I always yearn to recoil into my shell
Like a tortoise in danger smell

II
Oh how I wish there was a bell
To help me skip any problem cell
So none can say “she fell”
And carry me on a gossip pan to sell

III
When will my waters find my well
And quench this thirsts that hungrily yell
Squeezed by hell which does compel
To my pain and frustration excel
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, Life, POETRY., TRIALS

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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