A TASTE OF FAILURE

I always wondered what failure felt like
I now know what it feels like
It feels like sitting on a thorn-spiked bike
With the inns of your soul hollow
Wearing sad clothes of sorrow
Wondering how you can face tomorrow
I felt this only under the umbrella of Guns

II
I did know what those who failed looked like
Many looked like they needed to take a long hike
To hide feelings that made them look shallow
I did sometimes want to their shoes borrow
To re-direct eyes which looked upon me to save them from failing sorrow
God granted this wish under the umbrella of guns

III
But I feel shot down
In the middle of rumour-town
Where ears see me from miles away
As I swim in their wax and tongues wag like they’ve much to say
…about the flawless brown
…sugar tainted to look like a burnt white clown
Oh how I’ve been sent spiraling under the umbrella of guns

IV
Now I don’t want to ever taste this dish again
As this wish was oh so insane
Oh I never want to want to slap me again
As this on my spirit puts a strain
Why a sane human will want to eat this dish of shame to feel lame
Is the blessed question my head is asking my heart
Oh I have seen the long night
And have climbed to the unsettling height
Where nothing is right
Thanks to the stakes I’ve been burnt by under the umbrella of guns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 22, 2024