Elegy in a Lost Love
I seat here in my cold
and lonely glare.
A glare and quake into
the darkness mire;
I hated Infidelity but
I fell prey to its snare.
Now it’s time to
meditate the quagmire.
Never shall I know why
I had to dare!
Boo! I feel the pain!!
Like a razor slice!!!
Like Lucifer in the
dungeon of Hellfire Square.
I hope to see the end;
I’ m paying the price.
How I wish I could
reach out and share.
I faltered; what a
giant misstep! Here’s the prize.
Now, I cry over spilled milk without a smile.
The answer blows in
the wind; nothing to spare.
Only time shall tell.
The pain runs in my spine.
I’m still searching for a reason to give it a
square.
Am not alone in this;
Vulture cares not; not a dime!
Here’s the Fruit with
a grain of salt. Nevertheless, I care!
Love lost and not
found. Still looking, hoping to find.
Was it by design or by
default? I had no time to prepare.
I seeked forgiveness
and forgetfulness to combine:
Forgiveness came my
way; luckily, Nkong cared.
As for forgetfulness,
it’s hard to come by; it’s divine!
As I leak my
self-inflicted wounds, I self-declare:
And promise myself to
quit unfaithfulness quite.
God, be my helper, the
harbinger of my conclave.
Let me find solace and
space to lay low and hide.
Away, Thunder of Infidelity
in my next love-cave.
When I say ‘I do’,
I’ll mean it; never to despise.
Come on love. I’m in
solitude. I solicit and crave.
Now, I’ve the eagle’s
eye, no more will I throw the dice!
Believe me; I will
keep the promise; I’ll dare; I am brave!
Miss Riddle Lost Love
