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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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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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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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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© 2018 Sylvia Chika