There are certain heartache's we go through that nothing around our present environment can console or satiate


Problems (1)

I went into the forest, with a heart lacking rest
At the foot of the Iroko tree I met the head of the hunters
He heard my sad tale and offered me his choicest meat
I turned down the meat, for my problem it would not meet

I went into the farm, my heart still devoid of calm
And at the barn I approached the farmer
Having heard my sad tale, He offered me his biggest yam
I refused the yam, it could not salve my heart's harm

I went to the stream, with a heart stuck in a bad dream
Right at the river bank I approached the fisherman
Done listening to my tale, He offered me the biggest catfish ever
I declined his offer, why let this sea creature suffer?

I went into the local shrine, with this injured heart of mine
By Obatala's effigy I met with the chief priest
After relating my sad tale, he offered me his best sleeping potion
It was no use; my problem would not melt even after I slept

I traveled far away into a strange land with different sand
At the city gate I met new faces and new people
After offering my sad story, they fed me and provided me a clean room
'Gone too soon',was my problem's song at the day's resume

I entered into the local grammar school still feeling like a fool
Immersed in volumes of dead authors the head teacher sat engrossed
He proffered me the words of many a great dead men
But such wisdom had no omen, for my problem still outlived them

I went to the local bar with my heart still bearing a deep scar
I entered just as Demgbe the village idiot staggered out,
I sat with my friends and they offered me the sweetest palm wine
It was just a waste of time, when I sobered my problem was still healthy and fine




Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2011-04-04 at 16:37

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not sure I've got the correct interpretation of your poem...
But it seems to me that you've been hurt in love...but, just
look at all those people out there trying to give you a helping
hand...For this alone, your sad heart might be less disheartened..

Enjoyed your write, even though I've probably misinterpreted it

xxx Stan
2011-08-24