08/10/2021
The CONCESSIONS
Behold, I hold in my hands the drainer of memories.
It's the turner.
Turner of dreams and wishes.
When I stagger to and fro
I expect nothing less than a bottle of whisky clinging to my emaciated ribs.
After a little rest, they return and swing by the eyes of my brain.
Memories! Memories of the day’s foresight wasn't discovered.
I wish to have that free mind
For I only wished.
Tell you the truth:
I used to have that free mind
I used to dream of the great walls of China protecting my family
I used to think all is calm as the Pacific
Until I realized love has a price to pay.
The antagonist of my dreams
Currently, I’m lost in the corners of my brain.
I used to giggle and say I would wed and be free from all these suitors;
My resolution was literally a jester.
I used to imagine how good I would take care of my hubby and kids.
I thought marriage would be such a haven, but apparently, it was a delusion.
I had foreseen only vacations and pleasure,
hallucinations!
I used to smile at promising matrimony, not knowing wedlock is a whole institute of missed feelings.
“Devi susu” tsa ka kple “E ts) me ma nya”
and it’s triggering at the moment.
One thing my mental capacity failed at is “envisioning”.
Probably my inclinations horsed around forgetting that wishes ain’t horses.
If my intelligence was pellucid enough it could’ve reflected the imperilments ahead.
I should have trained my consciousness to be smart enough to foretell the future,
but my thoughts couldn’t travel the extra mile to see what’s ahead.
My mental space has failed in reserving some bytes for the quandary,
however, I would rather blame gullibility for befriending me at an odd hour.
Unimpeachable as I am,
I’m now an alien to my impulse.