Searching For Love In Darkness Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The tentacles of love
Groping in darkness
In their search for love
Stumbles upon a deformed
Casket of love
With its many scars
And a heart full of pain
No handles to define this love
Only a casket full of mysteries
Ghosts of love call it home
Their wailing mouths
Betraying the pain in their hearts
Awakening a storm of sorrow
Within this deserted heart
A mound of sadness
Punctured by the trespassing tentacle
Coughs up a bucket full of dust
Ripping open the scars
Left behind by love drifters
With their poisonous tentacles