My heart beats slower

and slower,

dancing painfully towards death,

where it shall rest

on the dismal mattress of sadness

the wilderness turn bitter

and sour as sorrow,

grim voices of the sky,

calling me, regret

sings the dirge

as the lights dim

I never knew the energy

my heart had found

was a pinnochio story,

an intimacy that could never be

But my warm smile

persisted to break the ice

of limitation,

and didn't expect this

enormous embago

upon the fluence of my heart

I took a whiff of that

fragrant memory,

now I'm here,

singing your favorite song,

wounded by this present memory

where my mind lies was

like broken pieces of glass.

                                                 By Kakraba Afful