I apologized to her
I apologized, again and again
kneeling to the Earth
the hurt ground matched with dispute and regret.

Again, she frowns, left with no room of comprise.
Friable body, shackled with gall of scars that groomed
The promises and torrid we had in a lake

My plagues has grown like an iroko and
craft bleak like a Barbarian wolf.

Am fret, plod on a journey of prudence which led to her tears and
the disperse of our love.

My love, hope, joy has gone.
My body is porous, drained like an empty gallon
thrown to be displaced

But my heart still rings and
never to stop until my world is called.

© dgreat_ken