Circle Of Confusion Poem by Felix Otiende

Circle Of Confusion
I had called it a quit
How did the feeling arose
The four letter word "LOVE" exist before our forefathers
It was a promise from above

After series of disappointment
I closed my broken heart
Promise myself to always be single
Never to look back
Maybe the word love was explained to you in another language

Here I am, ready to fight
How will I treat my broken heart
Is there a hospital for broken hearts
Am tired, how will I stop my lust

Eight shaped has killed many and cause accidents
Am on the brick of destruction
Can I pop my eyes out
I didn't wanna see again
Still your voice is a killer instinct
Alas! .
©Fely g