THIS CONTAGIOUS SADNESS

She says in sorrowful sounds
“I wish I had no ears
To hear him utter those fears
…which shook my grounds and rained my tears
…in torrential gears”

II
I helplessly hold her haunted body
…and listen as she shakenly says
“Or maybe I shouldn’t have had eyes
Then I wouldn’t have been attracted to his lies
And wouldn’t have rained that much cries
As he hurtingly shook his hands in those ridiculing goodbyes”

III
I leave her to breathe and looked away
She continues
“Maybe I should not have been born with a mouth
That mouth which made a deal which has now gone south
Forcing my soul to taste love’s age old drouth
As my spirit lies breathless in its dirty shroud”

IV
It is hard to listen to these words
…from this same mouth
Which swore her life will never rhyme in hurts
And cursed advices from mouths of all

IVb
It is so hard to look at the body
…which with energy packed and left
Hating and humping on a hunk who honked
On a bike which slayed her mother’s poor heart

IVc
It is so hard to see regrets walking all over her
She who swore to win in her chosen love
It is so so hard to look at defeated sands on her love torn body
If only she had listened
If only I had insisted
If only I did not mark her a learner through experience
Then maybe hatred
…shot through her eyes
Would’ve been my view
Not this contagious sadness I’m made to share
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 8, 2021