My Blanket Stinks Of Love Poem by Rudolph Adidi

MY BLANKET STINKS OF LOVE
I didn't think earth lived like this
only to borrow an emotion from the vault of heaven.
So sweetly called and nicely worn in letters - love,
as she spat on me the claims of holding her.
She is like the rose with thorny petals
shooting from the earth with roots in the air,
or the yoke shelling the cracking egg from feeling hard.
I wanted you, as full as not a crescent moon,
so you would shine my life perfect,
with the borrowed spark from the sun.
I don't know words to call you
since you transformed to transform my stories to history.
You locked my doom and called me misery,
made me sulked on the words of mistake,
only for you to say, you were just passing.
To where? Should I not ask?
Do you see what you have spelled on me?
Once, I was a god that charmed with spells that rhymed
now hatred is all the bell chimes.
You have become so dusty, fools tread on you
like a carpet underneath the sky
unfolding its blankets so the heavens become naked.
Love and Love and Love
has mistreated my solitude,
she has damaged the image my mirage conjured
from the existence of beauty to the end of all words.
So no matter who becomes the drummer.
I will not dance
I will watch like how I have being watched.