AFRAID by Antoh
Deducting some years from Today,
I was summing up as a young man yet to assemble the divided attentions I had.
I needed to keep up with the child in me, I needed to tame it.
I needed to dress the guy yet to be born in me,I had to coat it neat and clean.
I loved the company of mom, her lifting me after my bath,wow! Then I would wish she threw me higher.
Those were the days that I had to make memories without knowing.
Sleep was the best thing ever,
Waking up to mom’s side,
Her love was so much she couldn’t hide,
I thought it would be so forever.
I rock in my seat,
To sleep I say no.
To death I hurl insults and curses.
When the day still had its black gown on,
When the day did surrender to its black painter,
I did feel some hands grab me in my sheets,
Was it really a dream?
Is this how a dream ought to be?
I couldnt help but scream.
I couldnt help but put the lights on, yes I had to be sure.
My Today is filled with soo much” Yesterdays”
My seat is my bed, I rock on my seat at night trying to scare sleep away.
For death did sign up sleep as its tool.