My dangling memories of yesterday
Dangles like a spider to a web string
It haunts me from a distance faraway
Will my hanging from a noose, freedom bring?
My heart-beat now a heated steam
That emits vapours of tears from deep within
My sight blurs at the face of love
When from the groans of a birthing mother it pours
All I know is the sordid lesson it bought
When for my innocent heart love I sought
Without discretion my heart it burnt
Alas, love burnt but loved me not.
Alpha Enoch Yamush 2017©