We
Carry burdens like abused porters
Forgetting the immobile end
Which for few moments trends
Only to turn garnish on memories of the past
II
We
Cloud our emotions to rain our eyes to drain
Forgetting life’s refrain is transiency
Gathering rubbish which may outlast our taunting gibberish
III
We
Sit with thoughts that over thinking bought
And never seek the peace to keep us at ease
Suffocating on the rope of worry
When immortality is a scary nightmare to our very thoughts
IV
We
Are our own scare
We are our own scissors
Murdering our seams
Destroying our buttons
Eating our linen into the mouths of hungry graves
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 7, 2017
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