DUNGEONS ON DEATH

A decade ago
I was a decade less from three
My leaves as fresh as the morning dew
My stem as strong as the odum tree
My roots as firm as the nim tree
But here I wilt
Into the dungeons of death

II
My voice was as sharp as the sharpest sword
Cutting down all annoying word beings
Defending my beloved like a knight
Why does frailty lay claim
In the veins which then reigned?
Why am I being pushed
Into the dungeons of death?

III
Every day fetches from the calabash
Of my strength
Every day cuts a chord from my brights
The world becomes darker and darker
Time pushing me tock after tock
Into the dungeons of death

IV
I now see clearly
What experience
With the aid of blinding brightness
Hid and still hides
From the strong, young and vibrant
The wisdom of a clearer vision
Now the flies of regret buzz
As vultures await my safe arrival
Into the dungeons of death

V
How I wish I could make them see
Their eventual fee
When they get to my place be
As the ropes of time them pull
Into the dungeons of death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016