Broken Love Poem by Ronald Kigozi N

When love is broken
It hangs about the lover walls
Like dirty plaster off a festering wound
That twitches and smarts
Even with the soft touch of the hand
Or the light blow of the gentle wind.

Smelling of decay and rot
Rumbling through social bins
Caught between idealistic dreams
And violent reality of faded and faked promises
To retract the lost humble starts
That have regretably fallen off the love-swing
It scatters ungatherably
Exuding a familiar lovely stench
Scampers down the love gutters
Scalding, scathing, scotching, corroding
Indiscriminately both broken and fast loves
That lie in its pathless vicinity

It gathers the momentous velocity,
The ability to ditract gullibles
But alas, gone is its one time
Abilty to patch and stick -
A youthful sticky paste then -
Now, a regurgitation of the old,
Immitating the flamboyant unfragmented
Tender passions of love.