This morning tastes sour
Making the sun frown at its bitter luck
In throats are melodies which water sores of heartbreaks
A blooming voice has muted
Pressed by deaths wicked fingers
How I wish death’s father lived in the physical
For her soul to date in his hate
The sensuous figure that worked so well
Driving many into an obsessive hell, fell
At the dawn of her rise
And tears are seas in loving hearts
Regrets are pools in hateful hearts
All the poison whose venom never got its fill
The sponsor whose money gave dilemma for a moral so misconstrued
Look Mother Nature! What death, your son, has done!
One who reigns has been sucked in his drains
I know the unheard melodies ringing through strange lands
Begging for a way back to life’s shores
I know the “hotness” that finds itself in a mythical realm
I know the grievances of an unfilled pot
Broken after a graceful bake
But you were a melody in your short visit
A sweet sweet melody with a perfect pen of words to boost
Writing your name in the history of the greatest our time will know
Sleep well little one
If the world gives other chances yonder
By all means come and complete your mission
Until then, damarifa due!
Due due ne amanehunu!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 9, 2018 For Ebony Reigns.
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