Liberate me

Liberate me

A Poem by Gertrude Osei Tutu

My body, my wealth, I laid at your feet
Not expecting a pay in return
All I asked was that you looked at me
Looked my way and thought of me
Not even half as much as I do you
I'm afraid that would render you insane
I begged: out of pity, just humour me

I'd have peace if you turned me away
But in store you had a better way
That brought you glee and me agony
You promised a jam tomorrow
I hoped I'd part with my sorrow
My face wouldn't cease smiling
My throat wouldn't cease humming
My eyes wouldn't cease gleaming
For I surmised I'd finally found it
The one thing to make me complete
The one thing to fill the void
How far I was from reality, I realize
For like tender weed, I was drowned
By your tides and ended up in mounds
Nothing daunted, I begged yet again
You mocked me for you knew not
How deeply I had been affected

I no longer dream of us in a garden
I want to wound you where it hurts
But I ponder, maybe... just maybe
We can make it work, I've read of such
Darby and Joan, Heathcliff and Anna
I wait forlorn, wishing that my plea
Touched you or moved you even a bit
How wrong I was to sing a triumph song
I don't know whether to leave or stay
Shall I beg for mercy this time?
 I'm afraid of losing you, not seeing you
Not listening to your horrid voice or words
I suppose you never heard of phonetics
I wish we'd laugh while the clock ticks
But if by a miracle that comes true
I'd love you more while you forget
Right now as sleep escapes me yet
I fail to end my superfluous words
Same way I fail to end this torment
I pray for courage and self respect
So that I can be cruel to be kind
Not to you but I
As I would hurt myself the most
Oh the pain, the regret but then the thrill
To finally say to your face: we're through

© 2019 Gertrude Osei Tutu


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´Oh the pain, the regret, but then the thrill!'
In that imagery you capture the paradox of conflicting emotions involved in ´lové or our own perception of it.

But love is reciprocal.
Love is a land worked on by two.
Love is a two way street.
Love is two free souls consenting to share each other's intimate time and space.

Well done

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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´Oh the pain, the regret, but then the thrill!'
In that imagery you capture the paradox of conflicting emotions involved in ´lové or our own perception of it.

But love is reciprocal.
Love is a land worked on by two.
Love is a two way street.
Love is two free souls consenting to share each other's intimate time and space.

Well done

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gertrude Osei Tutu
Gertrude Osei Tutu

Kumasi, Ashanti Region, Ghana



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