Kweku Atta Crayon

(17th October,1990 / Prestea-Western Region of Ghana)

A Trip To Yesterday


Sleep is sweet but a thief
Stole my conscience and offered relief
Seated in the comfort of my dreams
watching live cinema of a day
which I could barely name
I could hear and see;
Raindrops drumming on the roof
Umbrella Persons dancing to the rhythm
with caution of not being victims
Mama sacking all cloths
seeking answers beneath her bed
exploring a missing pen
which was pierced into her wig

I Saw;
Minta playing school truancy
and saying No to a Future
Crawling sun, running past a swift moon
and breaking morning into afternoon
In this yesterday, my heart jumped out of self
and left the mouth opened like never to close
upon seeing me;
walking in the shadow of my father
Am I gonna be like him too?
Singing a dirge in my closet
Am I to die too?
Then, this Yesterday showed a white light ray
dwarfing grief in the my heart
Telecasting Today in golden colours
This Yesterday ended with bright Today.

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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