Jilted Poem by Nel Omofolarin

Forewarned of how sudden they writhe in falls
Hasty emotional clambers
She yet wouldn't deprive herself of suave woos
But from charming woeful ends
Then, she pledged a faithful sail to wild waters ways
But under wrong emotional guards
Her investments in ventures soon to vultures led
Now she sweats on odds
Where only regret consoles in a terrible wretched chill
Pondering over her voyage towards shipwreck
With swollen and tear-worn eyes
She wanders in mournfully sober inward inquest
Why call it love?
When its often a sweet saddening route to heartache