Await The Prisoner Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

Others have their women around
Always talking and laughing
Dining and wining, dancing and dangling
Jumping like lambs after sucking its mother's breast
I see them come and go
From the desolate chair I curled
Others have their women around
Mine hidden behind tall trees, raging waters and slippery hills.

When all I should say died within me
And I looked at the letters you wrote
Instead of your beautiful eyes
When all I could do was caressed the body of bottles and unable to wake the slumbering dust with my dancing feet
I cursed the innocent woods, waters, and hills hidden you.

I would continue this way
'cos I have chosen the prisoner of woods, waters, and hills
Above one-nighters, pub girls and prosties
I would wait till woods, waters, and hills
Release you to come into my arms
The home where you belong.

I hope the travelling winds
And the busy sun that shines everywhere
Deliver my messages to you
I told them all I could have told you were you here
I told them of my loneliness and of cold seasons I endured
When I was conversing with winds
Trees heard and laughed wiggling their bodies
I vowed to use them for fire
On our wedding day and to warm ourselves when the nights wear cold.

I would keep curling like motherless kitten
On this old chair
My blanket is still good
For me to ride on its back through long chilled nights
Till the woods, waters and hills release you to me.

Others have their women around
Mine hidden behind woods, waters, and hills.