with the eyes of a fog,

seeing nothing but confusion,

blank, plain mesmerization before me,

my eyes close,

but a nightmare awakens and laughs

The clock ticks,

the time my heart died when she left

I see it's grave,

vanishing in extinction

as my visions of hope would expect

but!

I see a corpse of romance,

bruised with one loud wound

she took pride in being

the undertaker of my heart,

she buried it, in an abyss of oblivion,

far from reality

I want not lying in bed,

but sleeping on a bed of spines,

the blood of my heart pays the price

for her departure

and the ghost of my heart,

lingers with the war of torture

in its mind,

thinking for itself,

it proposes that I die with it,

commit a romantic suicide

to hide myself from the rest of the world,

that my very being might

be wrapped with infinitive soil

till I am seen no more

and in the underworld,

my tears shall rest,

for they have often fall

for the lost of the one,

I loved dearly

even now the locket of memory

refuses to burn

in the furnace of forgetfulness

as she was dear to me,

really dear,

precious...

kind.

                         By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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