Poetry Corner with Kwesi BISSUE: Between now and depression

Take a look at those

A good look up close

Do you feel like increasing the dose?

Do you now feel the pangs from that overdose?

Then you are not far from a dose of melancholy

 

You spoke to me

You spoke about the promise that was broken

Broken before it was ever spoken

When you spoke to me

You spoke about breaking the ties

The ties that bound you to a promise

 

But as I speak to you

You are speaking about waiting and weighing

Weighing the chances of another promise in the offing…soon fulfilling

Do you realize how close you are to a dose of desperation?

 

If the trust was betrayed right before the stage was set

And the stage was set for less to be trusted

And the less you trusted

The more the tone was set…for less

For a soul to feel so disappointed

 

What was the name of the extreme hope

Extreme trust..so stubbornly expressed?

Do you realize how close you are to a dose of despondency?

 

What were you expecting

When you failed to see the trap placed in your path?

I bet you hoped to trust you

Trust you to change the tide over time…your time

 

I believe you told all

To wait and see your magic touch

I know when it looked as difficult as a task

You said nothing was impossible

 

What were you waiting for

When it failed to yield to possible?

Do you realize how close you are to a dose of dejection?

 

See what danger, that wager posed?

Will you wait till it comes that close?

That one may have been close to a joke

But this one may not

Will you jump out of that noose?

Will you climb up onto your toes?

And fly?

 

Fly out!

Fly away from the woes about to ooze out

So you don’t lose out on real, real roses

Those roses…waiting for you at the turn of the new pages

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