TO THE POINT OF GUILT

This space
This space beyond fear
This space drained of tears
This space with no claws of penury
This space where different colours of freedom pimp my ride
This space opened to curiosity of carelessness
This space where arms of start-overs stretch
This space debtors slip off to their far falls to a never rising end
This space where ropes for my roboting cut themselves loose
This space where all paths of deceits are blocked
This space where mirrors of pity are extinct
This space where true independence befriends
This space where no eyes hang on skies of superiority
This space of no restrictions
All opening up to a fondness of your gone
Drives me to a point of guilt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 18, 2019

Tags NEW BEGINNINGS, POETRY.

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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