This is not a love Poem.
Let me approach you back to front.
To oppose the conventional
We cremated now we call,
a finished relationship broken and mauled.
Eloquence in the deceit left me paging desire.
Truth being the lasting stance,
the need was not required.
Turning and change, makes longing pain.
A triumph of “who shall be the victor”
and have no need for stones to be cast.
In waking moments the pain is still alive,
The shrill calling of a hurt rearing in the distance,
An immortal phrase
“you won’t get a second blow at the candle!”
The chided growth of an inarticulate feeling
I felt you!
“Could this be the one?”
“for me to share my soul with!”
The bejewelled oath of a breeding
I knew this…
“I would move the world for you!”
“I have opened up to you?”
still Is the unrequited loving of a passion held in my solace
calm is the major effect that would have come to place,
now every emotion is tainted with a but!…
“Scalded and scared is the man,
who does not know he has been burned”
I loved the music, the words, The feelings of compassion.
The unrequited care and the potent emotion
I still love the presence of your essence,
but… I know enough to delete all the inanity.
It hurts though!
This is not a love poem,
I can see clearly enough to make you feel…
© Seyi Sage Awolesi. Wordsmith. 175228041998