A Goddess In Distress Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Under this misty
Mountain I set sight
On a damsel in distress,

Why men mistreat virtuous
Women I wonder, yet blame
Is not ours, women's wants

That is as vast as the
Universals, who would be
So Boad as to boast of

Feeding them all, for love
Is so little a thing that
Has led many men to run,

And Ruin, I stood still as I
See the one you held so
Dear hurts you daily, while

I picture my future with
You, a lady that lays on
The line as my light, and

Life, I watched your lonely
World with the wrong one,
As I dream of a yielded

Maiden in my bosom, my
First, and past kiss taste
Sour, and bitter, yet my

Lips look so lonely, and
Get dried daily of your
Taste, I will rise at dawn

To see the dove that dote
Me, for if love be the best
Words in the world I wish to

Whisper more a day, as night
Falls, and fades away, with
Every winter that comes.