Why does your memory haunt me;
As I try to remember the times we spent together
As I try to remember the detail of your faces;
Why am I deceived in such a manner,
Why does my mind fail me as it does,
I left you, not as a preference,
But because I was driven to the end
The end of my tether.

My dearest sisters you were my happiness,
My contentment, my bargain in life
A life with nothing to offer, but you;
Then I was sold to another,
For the meagre price of tradition.
We saw each other, we laughed occasionally,
We even shared thoughts,
But all this happened at another’s command,
Commands given by the buyer in tradition.

On his command I cried, laughed and shared,
At least, I thought I had you?

Then one morning I awoke and realised
I was paying a price too high,
Far too high to be paid for tradition,
The bargain was costing me my life,
I’m sorry to say I could’t afford to pay,
You call me selfish
And you call me ruthless,
But I was living a life that was Lifeless and Worthless.