Betrayed Poem by Adeosun Olamide

When ye lonely with rags did reek
I washed, clothe thee- made ye pleasant
When sick, frail ye did crawl and shrunk
I held thee; bore on my back, aid give-
O from hideous I carved thy beauty out
And with care daily, nightly nurtured ye
Who- fore saw you then than I-?
Who- than I let you in from the harsh?
Now -them lure, smile at thee
The bachelors seek ye widowed
So may have ye blanketed-
Princes, kings wait at thy feet-
To kiss thy palms, wash thy feet-
And I, O I- gone done didn’t grasp
But how, o how so was blind to know more?
My robes now rags, my home now shreds
Palm that once washed thee- now revolt thee
How so- thy busy, tiring plea- evade me
O stop, stop- the denial that much do
That by gods too you swear against truth
My folly long bloomed now is withered
Your tears no long could raise it-
How- I told ye- ye can go
How much you did rebuke the advances
And swore your place as my side-
But then soonest- why this?
To poison me by trusts pact
And graved me deep in its path-
I watched thee- O I watched thee
From when you bequeath jewel- this
I wondered oft- how you- could afford it
And buy much roses- splendid beau-
I watched thee- O I watched thee
From when kisses strange you fetched lips
I bothered much- the newness upon thee-
And so I watched thee and watched ye on-
O by gods slumbering not, they cursed me to
And where go- I followed, who ye saw I knew
That when man in gown- O shameless ye
In his place work opened legs your- for
And pressed he tummy yours- slain then my trust
How he touched thy neck and examined thy eyes-
O shameless, his work place, the hospital- this!
It be, aye it be- a seed that thrived quick
A fuel that spur me caution-
So food made by ye then- I stop eat
And kept all, safe from dust- covered from air
But lo- behold five days thence
Spoil that shall had art me dead-
In grayish and mold all it came
The mask did wear in time- O my dishearten-
But why beloved did ye- to poison me sought
When your betrayal was enough death?
Halt, O halt- the denial that does
How lie- that age does food this
And lie too- the man to cure thee does
What so my fingers that tend did- couldn’t?
Know- my folly thy thrives- long dead
And your tears no long could raise it-
Bide beloved, by- gods shall be thy judge
And I, merely to send them ye- shall-