Do not go with me

Poetry,

When I am sickly ripen

And this frigid being

Having its final uncheerful bounce

On my wooden foam;

That is when I can see my age

Sinking into the dry murky sea.

Poetry― do not go with me.



When I can see

I am the only shadow between sun and moon

And only mortality can hear me dumb

Poetry― I say do not go with me.



Since the creditor haven’t come for me yet

Let me scribe a happy goodbye as the unwritten dirge.

Let me confess through the stanzas

 That I once embezzled with the potentates.

Thereafter sought the light before this colossal grief.



Poetry

Tell my children through the gullet of euphemism

That I am leap into eternity,

Do not tell them I am gone back to birth.

And paradoxically tell me wife

That I’ll be coming again as the dearest child of her womb.

So poetry― do not go with me on this vain journey.





     ©Awuah Mainoo Gabriel

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