Tears of fire
I was walking in the lair
of cold shadows
I strongly sulk as my tears
turn to fire,
my very being dissolving right
before the rain drops,
tears turn to fire and fire
turns to blood
and my very soul bleeds
at the very absence of her name
No matter what I do,
I still can't seem to forget
her name
My tears drop the more,
as I realized my world,
being burnt by the fire of melancholy
My life being made worthless,
totally artificial,
by the lost of my breathe of life,
my existence, like ready wood,
an altar to the burning fire of sadness
My life,
torn to worthless pieces of paper
suddenly the world got cold
and no jacket could keep me warm,
all because someone was not there,
she was there.
By Kakraba Afful
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