Once Upon [a] Time Poem by Kofi Acquah

Mud walls cried with me
Moon kept descending seven
Night passed at serving
Spittle dried without pity the burden
.
Voice choked at hunger sundown
She is wrinkled to age
Just eye on her to sink sorrows
In the heart, in the brains
O'! There me to hollow
.
See...
A clapping butterfly
Didn't dare my sorrows
.
I watched her feet in afternoon dirt
And pierced my heart with the earth
Let die the palm and wine like a tapper
And only the shoulder will be left
... in death
No guard— no gourd— no gad
.
Everyday rolled
Even envy paid role
And I was there. Last night too was dread
Everywhere black
But I was deep down to red
.
Pump and pump, no water drops
My feet burst ashamed
My sole threatened my soul
I am O.U.T
Once Upon [a] Time: was in a hole
.
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• Photo Credit: Mohamed Nohassi (Unsplash)