Scylla (The Song Of Sorrow Of A Distressed Man) Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer

Scylla (The Song Of Sorrow Of A Distressed Man)



Will you loosen your hold on
me,
Oh, you ancient monster?
Will you release me and let
me be free?
Oh, you the dangerous
danger?
Daughter of phorcys,
consider my tears.
Beautiful naiad, I am filled
with fears.
Like a calf in the abattoir, I
am filled with fears.
You grip my neck and siphon
every hope in me.
Down my cheeks drip the
fluids of blood and tears,
You prove to me that you
are really a monster.
My whole body, soul and
mind are in your danger,
Caught in the strait of
Messina, I am no longer
free.
Even my feelings are no
longer free,
For they are filled with
fears,
Of being in a dangerous
danger.
Up and down they flow
within me,
And in themselves become
the monster,
That draws from me
adrenaline and tears.
How salty the taste of these
my tears?
That flow from me unfreely
and free.
Charybdis, the twin monster,
Tell your partner to rid my
heart of fears,
And let hopes again be
restore in me.
For how long will my future
be in danger?
I sleep and wake in danger,
I quench my thirst with my
tears.
Glaucus, beseech your lover
to let go of me.
Tell her to throw me up
free.
For in her bowel, there is
nothing but fears.
Listen to my wailing oh,
ancient monster.
I wine and dine with a mean
monster,
One that radiate the aura
of danger.
My only close companions
are my endless fears,
That constantly draw my
sweat and tears.
Even the fish in the water
below are free,
Also the birds above but not
me.
Scylla, the monster that
baths in tears,
Will you be in danger, if I
am set free?
If you suck my fears and
let go of my glory and me?

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