
He came back squeaking like a hungry goat
After stepping on my toes and sniffing asses
He asked for forgiveness thinking I was naïve
I told him candidly looking straight into his eyes
That he belonged to the dumpster of my thoughts
Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt
II
If I was the way and he passed me by
Why will I care if he goes straight to die?
Like a machine, he was wired with desire
Is that what the elders are trying to say?
No, I won’t give in for he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts
Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt
III
I am also a machine which can be wired
And wired anyway possible to even self-destruct
But my remote is in my brain and I was taught,
Taught to operate me and take the right way
So he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts
I won’t give in because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
15 replies on “THE DUMPSTER OF MY THOUGHTS”
I did see my cousin on Thanksgiving Day. Our family does get together for Thanksgiving. He had friends and neighbors who eventually called the police when nobody could get in touch with him. That’s the one down side of being single. Like my cousin I never married nor had children. Hopefully I will not die alone like him. However like many Americans I prefer being single and I’m childless by choice. Not everyone is suited for family life. I’ve a few close friends and left death instructions just in case. Being alone does not mean one is Lonely. Also I know many people who were abandoned by their spouse and children so getting married and having kids is not the answer to loneliness. My cousin was not a lonely man. He made the most of his life while he was here. I’m glad I’m able to make sure he gets a decent funeral. I was blessed to know him.
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Glad you say it that way. But Debbie, I pray God softens your heart and opens the eyes of your eyes to see the one perfectly made for you and for you to get a family that will keep you happy until you return to the earth. You deserve to have it all.
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Thanks SiStar but I’ll be 56 in Feb. My child bearing days are long over and I’m so used to being by myself, having my independence and doing what I want to do when I want to do it I could never adapt to married life. Despite a few setbacks I enjoy the Solitary life. By the way that photo of me is an old one taken when I was 42. It is my college graduation picture.
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56 is still young, I know it may seem like its over but you can live a life of love. Either way, you are perfectly right. What one feels is most important. Once you fill fulfilled as a single person, you live your life to the fullest. You’re strong. May God keep you happy forever. 🙂
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Not really. My cousin died so I’m in the midst of planning a funeral. Cancer got him. He never married nor had children so basically I’m making most of the funeral arrangements while I wait for his last surviving brother to get to New York from Philadelphia. My cousin died at home but he had been dead for over a week before he was found. He was only 66. Right now his body is at the morgue and once his brother gets here we will go identify him tomorrow and have the funeral home prepare his remains. That’s why I have not posted. Somebody asked me which was my upsetting breaking up with the boyfriend or my cousin dying. Obviously my cousin’s death. I cried when I got the news. As for breaking up with my ex-boyfriend. That was a relief. I just can’t wait until 2015 gets here and I can put 2014 behind me.
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Wow! So sorry for your loss. He lived a peaceful but lonely life. For someone to die for a week before being noticed, it can’t be good. Take heart. My sympathies.
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Great poem. The sum total of all my romantic relationships and the reason why I’m a Free Agent.
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You’re disciplined. It’s not easy to get to that level. I hope you’re doing great.
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The dumpster of my thoughts. Love that image. It reminds me of the drafts folder in my inbox although you took it to a slightly different level.
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Lol. Thank you dear Marissa. Blessings.
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Sad
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Cecilia this is an intense and wonderful poem! I hope he will seek your forgiveness.
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Lol. The persona might not be me but of course not all things can be forgiven.
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He was the dumpster of my thoughts and threw him out after my thoughts, great line.
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Thanks Sheldon. Blessings.
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