WHEN SADNESS CALLS

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In this depressing robe

Which whispers the fears that sadness stole

I open the gate of sanity

To tell you to mark the days

II

Mark the days as teachers mark their registers

Until this robe comes off by itself

As the carriage of happiness lands on your shore

And the crown of laughter graces your lips

III

Mark the days you feel like an ant

About to be crushed by soldering feet

Who would neither see your corpse nor hear a cry

Until you are lost in their stepping

IV

Mark these days

When you have neither friend nor foe

And the mouth of these four walls open not to you

Their eyes creepily hidden in their shield

V

Mark these days when the end taunts your jump

As you cry for murder

Better still the Creator’s mercy

With not so much as a drop of sympathy

VI

Mark these days

When confidence sits on an eagle tree

So far away from you

It is a feeling of blessing to magnify happiness, when it rains

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Photo Credit: Google pics)

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