The Complicated Situation Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Am I dead or maybe I am still alive?
If I am alive, then WHY is this thing happening to me.
Or maybe I am dreaming someone please wake me up.
I stand powerless and very weak as if I have been put in a comma.
It is sunny but I am shivering like I have been taken to a place of know.
The critical analysis has led to my paralysis.
The critical situation is killing me slowly
It has put me a terrible dilemma.
The burden on me is heavy to bear, it's like I'm now carrying
A second cross on my shoulders apart from the one my savior Jesus Christ
Carried on my behalf.

When we began we were the two love birds.
We stood through thick and thin together, our relationship was characterized with
touches, the feeling the compassion.
We kept making the sweet promises that our love was going to
Be like the romantic story or Romeo and Juliet.
We vowed to be inseparable like water and fish.
We moved together like a handset and a sim card.
Everyday to us was a picnic like Adam and Eve before they sinned.
You were always a title of my stories and a lady
Who managed to hijack my dreams as you always
Featured in all of them.
Our journey was the best novel ever written.

Whenever I looked into your eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
When you looked at me my heart skipped two bits.
When you kissed me it skipped three beats
When you told me you loved me, it beat five times.
We were convinced that this love was going to stand forever.
Alas hell broke you when you told me you were pregnant.
The news itself was good because I was going to be a daddy
But the worst happened when I discovered I was in love with my
Very own biological sister.
When you stood and told me we couldn't be together anymore,
my heart stopped beating altogether.

Hold on right there, the pain you are going through reminds me of my own pain
I was in love my man for quiet some time without knowing
That he never in love with me. My mathematics was one plus one which was equals
To zero. I cant not explain the formula used to arrive at that, but my answer
Was a zero.
I sacrificed everything for him, I turned down all men that can to me because I
Loved him. He advertised me on the social media and yet I was so
Foolish not to realize that he was just devaluating me.
On our wedding day I cried out when the Pastor asked if he was
Going to take me as his beloved wife.
He kept quite for some minutes and broke the silence changing it
To noise when he said No! that he was not going to marry me.
The complicated situation makes me to have a critical analysis about
Life which is always taking me to my paralysis.

My storyline is different, as I still stand in the great dilemma of romance.
I dated her but little did I know about her and her past.
She kept it as a secrete from me for many years.
When I discovered, I felt like my bones were melting inside me.
Sex she died me, she told me she was a virgin and
A Christian. She convinced me that sex before marriage was sin.
But I didn't know that I was in love with a sniper.
My description of her is similar to that of Goliath in the bible step by step.
It came to light that she was a night walker, who slept with many men,
Committed a number of abortions, lost her womb and diagnosed with
the deadly HIV/Aids. My decision has arrived at a deadlock.
For the complicated situation has led me to have a critical analysis which has in
Brought paralysis.