Regret And Renounce Poem by Timothy Faboade

'In the whirlpool I had my bath
When looking for that perfect path
To tread and lead me to another life
Birthed by a union to make me a wife.

'My eyes were inaptly blinded
As I up my heart quickly winded,
And I am led or dragged to this wood
In which I have the bereaved mood.

'That cursed day, Lord, I now rue
All moves to make me glad fall through
For my mind has travelled away
And forced the onset Love go astray.

'Let my body be where my soul lies
Unto my newest heart I want to fly.'