POETRY

SCARED OF LONELINESS

There are many roots beneath a single tree

Yet it needs many others to break winds

There are many brooms running and breaking free

But their strength in numbers, all fear rescinds

II

Sometimes, even fecal worms, do space need

Sometimes, even water, do drops be

But a sea stands more chance of waving at a shore

Than a drop of water

III

I need you

Like I need this breath in its running seconds

I need him

Like I need this body in every moment

I need her

Like I need this heart in its working beats

I need them

Like I need this earth in every living sphere

I need us

As yam plants need their mounds

IV

In the garnishing of age

On this queer me

This memory needs no sage

To know that wrinkles are sensitive to loneliness

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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