Black Wednesday

I recollect the dark nights, worst nights, worst days, Dem nights, black Wednesday, My happiness that nightfall was the worst and last case I would love not to recollect, Damn! I couldn’t kip! I couldn’t have those fantasy dreams of Mars either! That wasn’t what I wanted or wished for neither hoped for, Damn! I was feeble, moist, and above all, agony, That’s when! I needed Princess #8ryan’z fingers, to fill the gaps in between mine, I got none, That’s when! I needed soft words which shouldn’t have broken my bones, I got a few, That’s when! I needed Orisons, I got many reaching through to the end of my eyes, With all that, still I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do a thing on black Wednesday, But Hey! My life was already surrounded by good wines that gave me wide hope, And later on, the next nightfall, I flourished in wander land, Now, that I don’t want to talk about it, Ama do some changes ‘Cause black Wednesday has been set free as a marked mural. In Memory of Aunt Auke © T.m.T.s