GIFTLESS DAY; SLEEPLESS NIGHT
Memories rain
On my eyes splashing
Tears into the canals
On my face-
Evaporating
Into my brain
Seeping deep into my heart
Spreading her
Portraits on their path . .
The night is cold
But I am buried
In boiling sweat-
Wrestling with my mat
The night crawls in silence
But I hear her name-
Thunderous screams
Resounding in my heart
Can my whispering sighs
Lure the silent wind
To go and tell her my Giftless day
Birthed a sleepless night-
And pour the eight letters into her heart?
©Sarpong Kumankoma
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