Tangle Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

When you opted to be a single mother,
I thought you would have remembered me,
And given me the option
Of siring your nurslings,
To appease and crown my endless care,
And leave a heritage
That would absolve the seed of my heart
Which found no fertile soil in you,
But which you buried deep
In the morass of delusion,
Even when you knew at time’s advantage
I loved you above par.

And that passion has only dimmed not died,
And will not die until the end of time.
At sixteen, I knew no other world but you,
My dreams cruised
Under the intense universe of torture
Even beyond our undergraduate days.
I stumbled over tables in the refectory
In my nervous bid to capture you,
But you would neither budge nor look my way.
I lost my appetite and went hungry for prep.
You dated my under peers
And they simply used you,
And dumped you as you did to me.

How sorely it pierced my undying chest,
Caging a rattling heart,
Wearied relish, but I was helpless.
I could not fight as I wished
‘cos you diminished me.
I stood by, steadfast,
Watching parasites rape your beauty,
The powerful waves of essence,
That adorned your penchant,
And suck all of the nectar
Sealed in your priceless petals,
To bilk you.
Our peers teased me and enrolled you
But you would not stir.

Today you’ve become a gloom
Of that Venus that I first sincerely saw,
Unhappy, cupidly wrecked.
And I have reluctantly
Taken another route no less badly,
Sculpting hard to keep it in motion
Which in you was effortless.
How we have both lost
The many chances of our destiny.

Spare me, love!
Another world before or beyond eternity
May console our vanished implant
To posterity, the lost generation.