Ghost Of Squiggly Line Poem by Opoku AfriyieAsante

A wussy night for a moment, a scar unhinges walls of heaven
a bullet to torment, this fine rib of an endless romance
from above a christmas snow turns bloody, in my shadow she lays in snow
never did I know, that you were wrapped around the edge of the unknown

The thwart of misfortune spins, a winter solstice befalls
the promise of gleaming gold, taints with mischieve to granite shrouds
from below the sky above corrodes the dreaming stars, in my eyes she teases gravity
never did I know, that the neon angel would dissolve with your last sigh

From whence did time become inhumane, that it now succumbs to voices of demise
from whence did fate spring forth, that it willfully rallies around chance
the dusk of life is dead, the dawn of death is alive
a cup of grief is frozen in cold blood, cracks in the cup bleeds misery in snow

Whispers from the cold panicking winds preach, am reminded to forget about you
the aura of vengeance remains serene, am still in tune with sanity
if it be forces that thrust you into purdah, soonest will my desire be to join you
of all the souls in this kingdom of mortals, you have I kept the squiggly line in my eye


August 13,2011