Here I kneel
In the pool of my love
Spewing from a stabbed heart
Which pumps no blood but love
Here I kneel
With my heart unsealed
Wallowing in pains and tears
Mixed with feelings of fear
Here I kneel
Drained of apt knowledge
Of what triggered this inhumane act
Displayed by a lady without fact
How do I explain this?
When I've never walked the cheating lane
For my conscience bear me witness
That my attitudes are sane
Did she dine on the table of falsehood?
Did she taste the wine of heart hearted ness?
Did she bath in the stream of mistrust?
Or could it be she's possessed by a demon?
There she goes
With pain inducing knife
With which she came to quench my life
For reasons unattached to my ken
Dear lover turn foe
Behind you I kneel in the pool of love
Gushing out like flood
In the similitude of blood
While she unrepentantly walks away
Certainty will play her into remembrance of my words
That many a heart pump blood
But mine pumps love
© David Effiong Akwaha
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