The choir is broken into a million pieces like my broken
soul.
My poems remind me of how I fail to make sense
Whenever I am called upon to conduct an anthem
For the marriage of the ghosts and the dark.
How can I conduct the choir
When all I have known is discordant melodies
Splashed on the faces of beasts?
Sshh! There is serenity in hopeless.
If you listen carefully,
You will hear Silence disturbing Noise
Or the wind playing the black and white pearls
In the solitude of nothingness.
JYF says, if we are patient enough
We can be able to see our faces in the wind.
J.Y. Frimpong
soul.
My poems remind me of how I fail to make sense
Whenever I am called upon to conduct an anthem
For the marriage of the ghosts and the dark.
How can I conduct the choir
When all I have known is discordant melodies
Splashed on the faces of beasts?
Sshh! There is serenity in hopeless.
If you listen carefully,
You will hear Silence disturbing Noise
Or the wind playing the black and white pearls
In the solitude of nothingness.
JYF says, if we are patient enough
We can be able to see our faces in the wind.
J.Y. Frimpong
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