Beauty At The Edge Of A Knife Poem by Oduro Bright Amoh

Ice cream dreams and streamy screams,
lost love and flourishing flowers
I've come to tune my life.
The sun does not always have her beams,
the kind do not always receive their showers.

Tears and fears and yearning years,
a kindred kiss from longing lips;
is that what we show of love?
the ones you love have turned their ears
the heart, burdened with worries slips
and the worse still hangs above.

less lessons and more mind,
picked pills and high heaves;
a second taste at life
I give an eye to who's born blind
I kill the dying, I prune the leaves.
There's beauty at the edge of a knife