My yearnings grapple for an invincible obsession so strong like asthmatics yearn for oxygen Not touched…not seen. Yet lurking in the dark corners of my mind her beauty resonates from afar
There she sat in my garden among the lilies Filled with life and love a chunk to suffice the world
Halt! For my green eyes shall keep the chunk her pink lips glow in darkness And when she decides to paint them red One will need Redbull before viewing them
She sat on a pot of loom; her dress woven from leaves Treated with love, care and patience, she is the perfect ingredient to make the whole world smile But maltreated and disrespected, she will get into your skin and come out like a pin With a pain sharp to ache your heart and a few drops of your blood to make you pay There you are my beautiful addiction The one thing I yearn for, my rose flower
I am a Creative Arts Writer who is also into Strategic Communications, Public Relations, Photography and IT consultancy. I am also Social media enthusiast and an alumni of the Ghana Institute of Journalism (GIJ).