My Last Love Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Let this my last sorrow be
As I rise in the mountains of age;
Let my fabled wishes die,
That my angled prayers may create
Motions that will enlarge
The booths of my soul
And spare me
To billet him that must be.

Let my unheard cries flutter
To these silent ears on the threshold
That will kill the tremors
Built on a hedge of lies.
Canards that stabbed the rage
And set my adrenals protesting nothing.

Let my beauty and glamour
Avail no more the magnets
Of rigmaroling fate.
Let my plea soundly strive
To set me free from altars of manhood
That my mettle cannot avail.

Let my last sorrow be
The untended grief of a ram
Awaiting the gash of a mindless sword.
Let my finest supplication marvel
That the ram’s last cry redeemed
His fledgling helplessness.
Let the silent wishes of my fondest amigo
That have courted and won delight, avail me
In the finest moments of my youth.