Scorn Poem by Okello Baloyi

I dwell in love, like a Christian who trust whatever the pastor has to say, without love my life is viceless, an empty tin rolls wherever the wind blows, it's a game of returning what you're being given.

Only if hearts could be curved by shovels for unconditional love or comes as subtle hints through foreshadow, as one could plan their own love story, I know at times I'm guilty of crux.

I've been in all parts of love, but I just wanna be happily in love, as I keep pushing my heart away and healing appears to be impossible, will I ever recognize an affection which I'll settle forever? wherein manner?