EGOPRIDIC GHOSTS

We are in this doom fence
Nursing fear of separation
With rains of vulnerability falling into the konkura
…of our heads
While our faces mask the opposite
…in deviance

II
We’re in these emotional whirlwinds
Digging dust to blind each other
…in our troubled tracks
When unspoken words ghost our unhappiness
…with heartbreaking sadness
How crumbs of dissatisfaction piled
…into heaps of filth
…to clog the flow of communication
…in the gutters of our pride
Still baffles me
Why can’t our mouths speak the truths in our hearts?

III
Your ego eggs my pride to the happy view of others
My pride stones your ego to the chatty excitement of others
But we’re the ones who’ll lose the kisses
…feel the misses
…and face the hisses and their attending disses
Why can’t we see?

IV
There is no delicious dish egos and pride cook
…in relationships
There are no real wishes I-must-win grants
…in love
There is no bliss at the end of embarrassing schemes
Why can’t we see?
Why can’t we see?

V
What will be more painful
Will be the needing of each other
After we ruin us in front of all
With our eyes sent by our hearts in calling
Our bodies weak by the whips of yearning
As our relations battle in an unmendable war
To bomb all hope of revival

VI
Still, we’re here
A place so unfair
Knowing the ditches our bitching is digging
Seeing the culture of a future of rupture with no promising rapture
Knowing we’ll be consumed
…so consumed
…by the fire that the fuel of pride
…and the flames of ego
……lights,
…but still walking into that hell shell
…knowing so well the lack of quenching well
…thereof
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 12, 2019