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
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?
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
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