Sober Reflections Poem by Poetezz Nana Ama

His head dropped low like his chin had lost the hinges that held them.
Face blushing, eyes rolling, lips drooping.
His taste buds had uncovered the secret and had vowed to let the cat out of the bag.

In his mind rose a hazy cloud which blocked his mental atmosphere.
He was completely shut down by the unseen fog which held on to his conscience.
The wind of confusion swept off all the happiness sprinkled on the land of his heart causing erosion.

He recalled how his deeds expelled him out of their womb;
His recalcitrance led him astray.
He sipped from the great glass of the second human,
And now his tongue deceives him - it was sweet now bitter.
Recalibrating, it dawned on him one thing - he had lost the mark:
His cabalistic attitude dragged him through the murk.
Now his thoughts had grown furious and unruly.

He was skeptical about getting help
For none he thinks is ready with a pillow to give him rest.
Left to himself, the world behind, he bade farewell to the future.
Till a heavenly force pushed him to skedaddle from his woes.
Now restoration smiles on him,
Happiness kisses his lips.
His sober reflections now turned good.