Heart in the furnace
My heart is burning,
arteries are sizzling because
you are no more here
to make me fall below zero
Ever since you threw my
heart into the furnace,
it was burning in vehement resentment
burning in pain
burning in sorrow
frying in the oil of disappointment
Whenever I went to bed,
my heart would scream,
asking me who would be the next
to give it rest,
well as I shrieked, I was confused,
the stars began to fall
till my world went dark...
the power-cut of my life,
all was dead,
no life,
no power.
By Kakraba Afful
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