Acute Puncture Poem by David Olusanya

Another love proposal
has met a refusal.
My heart is speared,
and my soul isn't spared.

I'm drunk with pain,
my spirit is stained.
Sadness keeps rejoicing,
while death seems enticing.

All nights long of wooing
have met with booing.
I'm back into my shell....
these lines can boldly tell.

A man that is single
is like a one-wing eagle.
He might see as far,
but lack the means to soar.

A soul without a wife,
cuts deeper than a knife.
He has to lay his head
on a thorny, single bed.

An unmarried man
is a domestic lion.
And a single lady
is a roaring chicken.

My sincere love proposal
has met a refusal.
This is an acute puncture,
my tongue is starved of moisture.

David O. Olusanya