Dear Love, Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

Why do you keep intoxicating my soul with your venom, aesthetic yet implacable?
I can't even breathe with your toxic ties hung around my neck like a priceless medal,
I used to clamour for your oxygen to love and live as if my existence depend on you,
You played a game with my heart and won, so I cease to exist in quintessence, my love.

The feathers in the clouds have withhold their power and passion to overwhelm the earth,
We are left desolate now to hold on to our world with a falsely fortified grasp on her,
Love, for your sake I robe my lover in a plastic bag, ready to dispose her with her deceits,
Both of us are out of breath now to survive in a world whirling with decay and dearth.

©DECHOSEN1🌹