UP TO WHOEVER AND I

The calling for unionization is not yours to make

The calling for unionization sleeps deep within

You are not the one tasked to wake

Age advances twisting the skin into wrinkly ugliness

I know all that

But this is still not your call to make

When we meet, the ‘waker’ will know

And trust me, more importantly, I’ll know

He will know, and not think, that I am the one

Let me threaten to cut his throat

And he will not take a step away from me

So let the singleton lie without disturbance

The one to fret is not you

The one to fret is the body that endures the lonely nights

The one to fret is the mind that fantasizes only to wake to a reality of nothing

The one to fret is the heart divided into many folds of doubts

As to whether the ‘waker’ would be found

The one to fret is the one that thinks of the possibility of peace after the ‘waker’ is found

So be in your corner

And cry for yourself

The uncertainties life holds for you as it does for me

Let each her problems carry

Life is life, first for the mind’s holder

Before thoughts for others come in

By amoafowaa