My patch of dirt

Ashes to ashes

You are the 

Not-good-enough

That betters my can't-cut-it

Bad on our own

Yet good together

Dust to Dust

You are respite.

For a heart

That is always searching,

You are

The patch of dirt

I call home

Peter the devil asks for you

Peter Peter the devil asks for you

He already got one, he wants you too

Unlike the first, he won't have you

Knowing that, he wants you still

He requested for you and the master said yes

He let you walk in the devil's chess

With your faith and 10 others'

He blessed your heart of treacherous tears

Peter Peter will your heart stay true

When a little girl calls you to

Will you die for the master's truth

Or deny him and your life anew

Peter Peter how does it feel

To save your life from the murderer's steel

At the expense of your eternal shield

To be alive and miserable still

Peter Peter, it's no time to weep

This was to show you the way is steep

You didn't fail the world I died to keep

If you love me, feed my sheep

What you are

You're a bow, and arrow, apart

A fragile art instrument

You're the first line of a song in writing for a decade

The spell on a gourd to trap God's power

A shackle forged by mortals for the omnipotent

A lost piece of colour in a sepia-tone puzzle, 

You're the inviting summit of an active volcano

A gnarly climb to a serene fortress

A David challenging Goliath while Deus mends his broken machina

You're the missed meet-cute of an epic romance

Everything that could be

A longing that hollows the innards

Too early, missed the right time, 

Too strong, broke your leverage

Too much, never enough,

never were

Awerekyekyere

Is it broken, or is it merely empty

You must tell me, Sofia, this love of ours.

Loving you in a limbo, hoping you're still in love

Filling your silence with my fervent prayer 

This tug -and-pull of hope and despair

The not-knowing where we stand, our love undead

All of my hope is you, so, Tell me,

Is it broken?

This earthen pot that is our love

Is it crushed, are we over, is it broken?

Is this our dirge I am singing?

That hollowing hollowness in my chest, is that a requiem?

This distance, does it only ever widen

Speak to me, Sofia

Is it merely empty?

Because to me, that is nothing

I will fill our pot of love again

With my tears, and your laughter, my despair, and your comfort

I will bring us back from the edge

I will reclaim this wasteland that our love has become

I will fill us again with that love that never left us cold and desperate.

But first you have to tell me, my love

Are we broken, or are we merely empty

Inspired by Awerekyekyere, sang by Kwadwo Akwaboah