Love Is Wicked Poem by Alison Mujati

Crossing over to a thousand more days
Flashing like lightning In my memory Dreams come and it's a time to relive this allegory.
Only realising now, im still dining with a melancholy.
And there is a voice within this tattered bosom of mine.
Still loving, time dismally fails to steal it off.

Here now in prophecy of a bleak future
Dancing in dull songs of torture
Slavery encompasses seeds of spring.
Remain gone but my heart prays for deja vu.
I am broken, I picked up pieces but the fragments are too tiny I can't finish.

Dragged back to square one all wishing
Watch you cross from the other side,
See beauty
And then rebuke myself over pursuit
Yeah! I could have saved this self a lot of torture.
And it's all what ifs a song for the defeated
Reality has a way of hurting people
Good at saying but in this drama,I am playing a victim

I know with moments you are dragged back In time
When summer overshadows the joy you have
Whatever you see in the past when I was involved it hurts me

Deep dungeons of dreams
Hurting more when folks wish me peaceful sleeps
Torture tend to torment even more
And I came to a conclusion that,
Love is wicked