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STATE OF SOULS

There are times my heart yearns more for you
Those times look like my present
Immobile
Reflective
Lonely even amidst crowds
All my mind sees is you
All my heart remembers is you
And I can imagine why

II
You left a vacuum needing a fill
On a journey which is like a road filled with thorns and snakes
And I am beside myself with grief through this expectation
If only your sun had not set before mine
…a sun I made in hope of outlasting me
If only your day had not ended before mine
…a day I built to succeed me
But my powers can do so much

III
I miss you though I feel you
Your pictures in my head is all I live for
I did listen to choose a palm tree instead of flowers
And I chose the best
I know you’re proud
It would’ve been better if I’d not chosen at all
You were everything that made me complete
Rest well my sleeping sun
Rest well my all
No matter how well this goes
You’ll forever be that part of me turned angel
So will live deep within this heart
…till I join you for a completeness
…only known in the state of souls
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 26, 2021

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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