On My Straw Bed Poem by Tony Adah

On my crass straw matress
Not a lonely night
But lying with dreams, flitting thoughts and buzzing mosquitoes
I am awake to see the flight
Of my dreams
Dusted by the beetles ground Bits of straw falling on my chest
Or back in any position I lie.

My eyes closed but I can see
The world put on a façade of hope
Though on this bed dejection is the pillow under my head;
I am a man. I fear not tomorrow
But when will the reality
Of things come to pass?
A college degree breathing in my box
And the world blinking at me.
Straw pinched, I am a heir
To what my grandpa left for me.

My mates have flown away across
The seas
In search of the golden fleece
Some may have died
Others are bed ridden
Still I am happy for a breath
Raising up and down my tired Chest
And hope my daily meals.