To My First Love Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Is there a flash of new beginning
To this old demanding love we once shared?
The dogs of the king are always
The king of all dogs in the land.
They dine with cutleries and glasses
Which are made for the nobles.


Last time we saw under the tree,
We left an oat of love there privately,
And it was broken by no other than you.
The last bread we ate was the bread of
sadness that hung in our throats in revolt.
I have not been more to you than a toy
In the hands of children; frustrated and sorrowful.


Go look for another who will love you more,
I may not have satisfied you on bed but another
Needs my weakness to survive in the world.
I may have been stupid to you in the closure
Of our beating hearts but another I am good.
Is there a flash of new beginning to this old
Fashioned love that has no teeth but chew?



You have opened my inner sense to dive
Into an ocean deeper than the art of love.
Who made love blind in this gloomy world?
Who made affection the hearbeat of Birds?
I have written to you a thousand words
Accompanied with a million tears but my words
Have you returned to hurt and haunt me forever.



Take care that you perish not in self righteousness,
Take care that you warm not another invain and you
Become a thing to be forgotten: forgotten like a
Forgotten dreams that bark behind the heart for help.
You are the first and you shall be the last that will
Leave my heart bleeding and seeking for help.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016