Friday 23 February 2018

SAY GOODBYE



I don’t want to say goodbye
But I have to say goodbye
I see you slipping away
Fading away
As this illness pulls you closer
Into its cold embrace
I see you
But I don’t see you
Everything seems surreal
If only I could have five more years
A little more time with you
Because I’m really not ready
I’m not ready to say goodbye
I don’t want to say goodbye
This is all so unfair!
Oh, please…
I’m not ready!
I’m not ready to say goodbye!




By Sylvia Chika
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Tuesday 13 February 2018

GO CUPID! BE GONE!



Cupid don’t be stupid
Fly elsewhere
You don’t belong here
I have no time to play games
Don’t even bother calling my name
Oh, please!
Flee!
Go away with your bow and arrow
Leave those that mourn to be in sorrow
Fly away!
Go away!
You are not needed here
Fly elsewhere
And look for someone else to bother
Look around for lovers
They are everywhere
See them here and there
Inflict your wounds of love elsewhere
I repeat, “You don’t belong here!”
“Shoo!”
Be gone!


By Sylvia Chika
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Saturday 10 February 2018

ROOTS




Everyone saw the tree
It was huge
Dry and ugly
It blocked the beautiful view ahead
Right there in the middle of the other beautiful trees
It kept growing bigger and bigger
Time passed by
The other trees got smaller
But the dry tree grew bigger
It was killing everything around it
It looked so dead
Yet it grew so big
No one knew why
But the evil glared in their faces
No one saw its roots
Buried deep within the soil
Large roots that sucked up life
Evil roots spreading underneath the soil
Poisoning everything around it
Everyone saw the tree
But no one saw its roots
No one saw the roots of bitterness


By Sylvia Chika
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Monday 5 February 2018

CAPTURED





You lied!
You are a liar!
How quickly I fell
How high the fall
How dare you lie so beautifully?
A cunning thief you are
Disguised in pretty clothes
And a sweet accent
Oh, I fell!
For your lies
I fell!
You lured me into your web
You spoke about greener pastures
Painted pictures so enchanting
I was deceived
By your promises and tales
I put my needs ahead of logic
I let my desire for a false freedom
Lead me into captivity
What a fool I was!
Captured I was not
But captured I am now
I’ve been chained
Chained in a land I know not
Chained to a bed I know not
Sold to give pleasure to men I know not
The days pass by
 I treasure them not
My choices, I despise
My life, I hate
My captor, I detest
Freedom!!!
Where art thou?!
Bring me back those days
Those days I had it all
But wanted more
Send a note to my mama and papa
Tell them I love them
Tell them I was scammed
Tell them I miss them
Tell them I’ll be back home soon
Soon?
If wishes were coins
I would have bought my freedom
But here I am
Enslaved by the devilish schemes of my captor
My master
He holds a whip!
Pray for me!
Pray for me!
He is coming soon…no…
He is right at my door!
Please, pray for me!
My captor is the devil!




By Sylvia Chika
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