The Crack On The Wall Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

THE CRACK ON THE WALL

The pillar of which I stand has fallen
After you bed my sister and, the world
Has gone against you before I do.
You singer of royal song, your drums are
Dumb to my ears now and forever shall they.
You walks with blemish in your heart,
I walk with the heart of guilt of marrying you.


Your innocence is rip off at noon,
And your love is thrown away pricelessly.
There is a crack on the wall between us,
Who should we thrust the blame on?
Me, not satisfying you or you becoming the dog?
The skeletal cocroch in the cupboard is visible now.


Back to back, we sit unable to tell
The voice of the stranger who intruded into our lives.
We speak now through our spirits breaking gut of
Shame that hurt us fiercely.
Who should we thrust the blame on?
SILENCE!
The dilemma is thrown through the unpalatable tune
Of the rhythmless love


I pray we won't be the end of each other
Through the crack of infidelity between us,
Would cheating on me make you a better man?
Let the air clap through our faces to remind us
Of our vows on the alter.
SILENCE! !


How be it you fall so easily at the snare of the vagina?
Why didn't we see it coming at the door step?
We allowed our lives to be ridiculed and humiliated
By a strange woman whose intension was to break us.
Tell me why you have to do this, Obim?
Now, she has your baby, good; go, I will be fine.
SILENCE! ! !