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