ENOUGH OF THE DRILLS

Let the hurdles be still
So I can, a little bit, chill
And rest my poor bleeding quill
Halt all the haunting bills
So they stop dangling, in my mind’s eyes, murderous pills
…which give cold chills
For I have been through enough drills

II
There are flowery lives
…I want to taste
There are beautiful ovens whose heat
…I need to bask in
There are naughty knocks whose sweet pain
…I need to feel
There are surreal shocks in real locks
…I need to electrify my passions
There are straws and dungs
…I need to smell to renew my life through disgusts and whines
There are lazy lives
…I need to experience
So quit my drills
…and help me chill

III
If I’m a golden soul needing refinement
…I know I’ve been polished to peak
If I’m the only sky which needs to show a silver lining
…I know you’ve polished all the clouds of the lining
…so much they’re threatening to tear
If I’m the lightening awaiting the thunders
Haven’t they roared and broken enough?
Please quit my drills
…and help me chill

IV
For a creator needs no biases
A creator needs no favourites
A creator can’t waste his taunts
…to haunt a little earthling
Help me
Please help me taste some peace and quiet
Before I expire in your aspirations
…for me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 21, 2020