It’s been a while
I’ve gone miles with smiles without your dial
Hosting your bitter bile
…in my heart’s file
As thoughts pile on talking tiles
What do you say?

I have traveled abroad your favour hoarding
Cruising in peace I can afford
…in your danger Ford
Should I expect your anger rod
…or scissors severing your cord?
Is there any?

I always hear you bought me
…so have got me
…even in my rot
Do you still feel me in your cot?
I forget I am but a dot
…my hot can’t hurt your lot
Are you still struggling with my mind’s knot?
You made it
…didn’t you?

I find you behind my find
…as shadow in a hollow
… I, like a rabbit, burrowed
Your empire as hell’s fire
…chasing in my acquire
…with needs dire
…breaking in at my will
So take many seats back

Your empty promises
…culminated into my many crosses
Your many mays
…pushed me to my detested strays
I am what you created
…story story
I am who I think
…knowing you not
I give you this though
…your pen did write deep in my heart
…for you to still gather alphabets
…into a piece
…to birth, even today

Continue to glow in my flow
Continue to control my stroll
Continue to blow your airs on my sores
I am abroad your favour hoarding
And I am so comfy
…so very comfy
…without your umbrella
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 9, 2019

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