My Incarcerator Poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha

Partially like an octopus you bound
with unnumbered tentacles, you tie me.
Though, I have no escape will
I’ m a prisoner
locked up in Love Island
no strength to swim past
the ocean of love surrounding me.
Bad thing it is, you held me unknowingly.
Mesmerize of your looks
the jailers that took me.
Guards are the jingles of your voice,
holding me against an escape route.
The radiant serenity of your face
makes the sun to cover its eyes.
Lilies and roses
feel inferior in your presence.
looking down to your shadow
they compare in sorrow
and me, a blind admirer.
Your attention, guts to draw it
will make me your happy slave.