THE BURNT FOOD
Uduak-Obong Esther Emmanuel@uduakobongestheremmanuel052994
10 months ago
I laid to sleep a little sleep
There my dreams came blooming
As little roses that pierce still
The mind, soul, and body.
Just a little sleep I had
When the pot swallowed my only meal
At my wake not even the
The presence of water I could feel.
A little sleep with my head
Caressing the pillow left me
Hanging dead on my heart
With my strands of hair fighting one another.
I woke to shock in my darkened pot
It was already 5:44 a.m.
I couldn't say a word as just a
Little sleep had stolen my food away.
The chirping sound of the birds
Reminded me it was dawn
But, a little sleep had eaten up
My day's joy.
What do I do?
Whom do I call?
A little sleep has washed me sore
Like an angry river.
Who will listen to me?
Who will believe a little sleep
Gave me out to death
In the arms of hunger?
A little sleep is a devil
That comes to steal, to kill
And to destroy, what he did
Not build.
But, I lost my meal
So, I will have to starve till I find another meal
A little sleep has brought me sorrow
And left me in distress and hunger.
Beware of little sleep.
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