POETRY

UN-SYNCING MOODS

When life’s fog, blocks future light
And a hopeless log, locks all might
Special days become accursed

II
Celebratory mourning
Confusing laughter
Hurtful toasting
I’m here, rubbish being thrown
Into a heap of a year by a cruel dying other
What is there to see?

II
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

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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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