PLEADOSACKO

With tears you pleaded

For something I thought I never needed

In suspense of what the future holds I conceded

Little by little, to love’s call I heeded

When you shouted for issue sharing I yielded

When I doubled my steps your voice made me receded

Together what seemed like a beautiful cupid farm we created

All pests and destroyers of the farm we evaded

As for weeds we weeded

As and when it ventured up until we suspicions exceeded

Some eyes were genuinely shocked, their happiness for us they shouted

We like a king and queen in tennis were marked the seeded players

 

 

There were no love slayers on the road we threaded?

So what changed?

I needed to know

Was it that you cheated?

I never had a clue, the rhyming rhythms of love suddenly dangled in frustration

The songs we loved, on your face showed bitterness

The walks we enjoyed made you strained

The eyes that were mine, suddenly started wandering

The ears that begged for the sound of my voice

Always walked ahead

I was frantic, and sought answers

But what did you do? All my pleas and frenzy you avoided

Telling tales of work tiredness

The body that caused your greed you shunned

As things that made you laugh turned into your irritants

The clouds of tears that hung on my sky began to fall

When twenty calls decreased into ten

And ten decreased into one

 

And the one became odd enough to decrease into days then weeks

Then months

I let the tears fall for as long as it wanted

It soaked the land of my heart

And nearly held hands with that land to pluck this heart

Then miraculously the teary rains stopped

I never knew what could be deadly could also serve as manure

I grew from the weak and yielding

To this strong and determined me

Determined not to let the cruel time

Pass me by as I play farmer to a farm that can evaporate any day

And I’ve kept my words

With songs of the broken, I forged forward

Merging with the reality of walking on this lonesome road

 

So what brought you thither?

Why have your knees turned into your feet?

Why am I seeing the sad clouds that hovered and fell on my world on your face?

Why are there many mouths pleading your cause?

Why can’t you answer?

Cat got your tongue?

Well, not that I’m wicked and disobedient, but I strive to walk to the end

Without depending on a rock which will cave in any day

Without a thought to my existence

The works that drives me now, you hated

And I’m not ready to abandon them now

The songs which feed my soul you loathed

And I won’t ever stop listening

The melancholy clothes I wore at your departure

Can’t be taken off, as that protects me from the cold and the winds I brace daily

Please turn on your knees and head south, where you first headed

You were mine first hand

You went to be someone else’s second hand

Now you can’t come back as my third hand

Have a thought will you, why will I have my first turn my third?

When I could bring in brand new?

Rolling stones must roll enough to gather moss

For this piece not to explode into pieces

Please let it be in peace

Pleadosacko is pride

Pleadosackopleado is sinking low.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014