Oduro Bright Amoh
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That's Why I Write
Whenever I pick my pen
To let my muddled thoughts flow,
Words fly helter skelter from my brain
Like a flock of sheep pursued by a lion.
I write to watch grief float away into oblivion
Like dandelion seeds ruffled by a mischievous wind.
Like the smirk lurking on Cupid's cheeks as he scurries away
After the crime of love is perpetrated,
I write to carry out the mischief of pricking with laughter.
And as I watch millilitre by millilitre my ink spin art upon wood,
I smile darkly with an air of one
Whose nefarious plans have come to fruition.
I write so ...
Of A Lunatic
Left to right and left to right again, he turns.
Something should be found,
Something beats his brain.
He prods his mind again and again.
This loss is weird.
Amid the cold of night, the gentle breezes sing.
The leaves dance to the windy tune in near silence.
The silver clouds lose their beauty.
Down, left, down, right and again, his eyes flash,