I don’t know about this song,
It rings in my ears like a dreadful death-wish
Or a death wish it is.
Smiles withered into pale and grey
And dear dad sat on the edge of life
And embraced death like his trusted
pills and caffeine.
So the song bleeds more,
Stretching its rhymes and beats
to the shores of my upbringing
I’ve been tamed by my thoughts
about childhood and family.
Swayed my hips to the footsteps
of the reckless rapists.
This song of loneliness rides
through my spine and to my bare flesh
Like a venomous fang.
It gave me the dark scars on my neck and thighs
And for the very first and last time,
daddy left without a single utter of goodbye…
And still, the song went on.
Read – Picky Peck – A Poem by Meuyanui Sydonie Wayih, Cameroon
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