Sleep is sweet but a thief <br />Stole my conscience and offered relief <br />Seated in the comfort of my dreams <br />watching live cinema of a day <br />which I could barely name <br />I could hear and see; <br />Raindrops drumming on the roof <br />Umbrella Persons dancing to the rhythm <br />with caution of not being victims <br />Mama sacking all cloths <br />seeking answers beneath her bed <br />exploring a missing pen <br />which was pierced into her wig <br /> <br />I Saw; <br />Minta playing school truancy <br />and saying No to a Future <br />Crawling sun, running past a swift moon <br />and breaking morning into afternoon <br />In this yesterday, my heart jumped out of self <br />and left the mouth opened like never to close <br />upon seeing me; <br />walking in the shadow of my father <br />Am I gonna be like him too? <br />Singing a dirge in my closet <br />Am I to die too? <br />Then, this Yesterday showed a white light ray <br />dwarfing grief in the my heart <br />Telecasting Today in golden colours <br />This Yesterday ended with bright Today.<br /><br />Kweku Atta Crayon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-trip-to-yesterday/
