​LOOMING DOOM

This chest feels so stuffy
Threatening tears which would drown these eyes puffy

Giving an uncomfortable holiday to the mind

Making this bed frown at the night load

Which fails to heed to the call of mobility


II

Cloud of our end looms

As a frightening beginning, in fast speed, zooms

Whips of pain of loss is in the blooms

As your back’s dust zooms

Even your thoughts, like models, parade in all rooms

What is this shattering heart to do?


III

Like a shattered mirror

A piece sees the beauty of our tearing bond

Other pieces cry in hold of the threads of hope

Which play hide and seek with shaking fingers

A little piece knows this “we” was never a good “be”

Yet this hellish heart burns itself with sadness


IV

Who made a heart a bluetooth

Which connects souls and creates holes

When breakages occur?

Who is the architect of a being that

Merges hearts into one in two bodies

Leaving them bruised into halves when separation visits?

I am a torn love leaf being roasted on fires of deception

Oh which balm heals from within?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) August 1, 2017

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