my heart troops down
the sad lane, why did she
have to give me cardiac crack?
my soul is crying,
weeping
dying,
I didn’t know today my heart
was a sleeping Nagasaki,
whose tranquility was soon to
be bombarded by those
detonated words;
“I can’t be with you anymore”

my heart was so sore,
so much verbal nitroglycerin,
too much fire,
now it sinks and melts,
turning to ash,
she was so wicked!
how could she do this to me?

now I’m sitting here,
with alcohol in my hands,
trying to quench that hazardous blaze
in my thoracic cavity,
because it’s about to explode,
all because she left me

can’t you hear the floating ash
in my words?
“she never coming back.”
she said so with tears
as she shut the door,
or the fire service,
before I burn in the fire of sorrow!
                                                    By Kakraba Afful