In the heart of the guilt
lies a poison worst than that of a cobra
He stays speechless when accussed
Like a robe tied round his neck
The truth burns down his throat
Like a burning flame down a hole
Causing him an unease feeling
To split out the truth
Thou tries to stick to his lies
But the burning flame burns him harder
Till he let go the truth

Ring Ring!! goes the phone
He hears her,  he sees her
Calling out in tunes programmed just for her
Can’t wait to hear the smile in her words
No idea what they will talk about today
Maybe he’ll tell her how boring class was
She’ll tell him how she had writer’s block all day
Either way letting each other know the day just begun
The very minute he pressed the green button
Got 50-maybe scenarios off the top of his head
None was anything like what the next 5seconds delivered
A 3rd voice calls, the link severed
Well guess it’s true what they say
2 is company,  3 a crowd
Two questions accompanied by
Shadows of insinuations and accusation
Plunge right through his chest
Resting heavy on the heart
Breaking ground for a long long night


          
©Belema.S.Ekine