When life’s fog, blocks future light
And a hopeless log, locks all might
Special days become accursed
I’m here, rubbish being thrown
Into a heap of a year by a cruel dying other
What is there to see?
Surely, white dresses repel this heart wearing black
Oh opposite traits of the world!
Happiness living beside sadness
Unfairness is the hand of an unfortunate clock
Swinging at will to send a chill
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 25, 2018