My Confession Ii Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Sanctity of purity all gone, and
the voice of chastity like
those of the gongs sounding in the empty vaccuum
with no one to hearken unto.

Unto who shall be this jeremiad that,
caught in the web of affection- I am drawn a prisoner
to my own emotions and passions.

My love 4 one vow,
to two the taste of my admiration: and now I'm left in that which I feared never to come.

To be with her my desire
but to me she say nay, for
in my slumber was she taken, and now,
I awoke in her bethrotion.

Now I'm caught in an unquenchable thirst for her, that
like secret lovers:
we go in secret tryst expedition,
with endless flow of emotion.

Her heart to a man, my soul to a lady, but
the thought of her never escape me, that
upon her sight the string of my emotion spur,
that I'm left to dance upon the lyre of passion.

But to be hated my stride, that
this affection off me be taken: yet
every advancement gives a reason to be loved, and so
we dance to that tune played.

If only the hand of time i will turn,
then forever with her I'd be. But lo
far from me she is:
that in tears I'm left to take up the hand of fate.

Always in ecstasy,
lured in the fantasy-
I see the love. But after all, she says
'be it as it may, my heart unto another I've given'.