Poetry Of A Broken Poet Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Poetry Of A Broken Poet

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The waves and the wind whipped,
I peaked my pen, as my hand Quakes;

That I have sat in sober,
Reflecting on that love flunk that
Flayed me,

I sip the insipid taste of Love, my
Desires deserted,
Livid by the lies of love;

The hidden lid to my heart was
Never found, I lay back to bed
With the lyrics of my mother's

Tale's but this wrong yet grow's
The more I try, the more I cry,
the things I love I tend to lose,

Like a defiled effigy I look, for I
Fought fiercely for what is min,
Yet the heart want what it want's

While like a mauling kitten for
it's Mother's bosoms I moan,
The agony of the agogo speaks

From it outcry, a heavy heart of
Lost;

And now my death is dead, my
Heart is hard, soul's sold to that
Which feel's no more;

While at the brim of breaking all
That I had, and held so dear,
For I have loved, and lost;

I live, like I never lived, for love is
Old, and odd, and as wrong, and
Strong as death;

Yet the only love I seek, I see in
My mother's bosoms and the
Inward part where I came from

Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: ballad
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