Switch Poem by Anthony Ulochukwu Mbachu

Where my joy lies,
there my pains grow,
in a slight switch
through the tiny line swift.

Swinging my mind, to and fro its fears,
within the bragging confidence, shades my frailty.

Struck in the weak spine,
I rarely moved but stood numb
in a dripping heart,
pierced with thorns of the lovely hibiscus I once adored.

How slowly a precious apple seed kills.
How suddenly the deepest love
paves way for hate in the swearing heart that once vowed.