Diary of a Maiden

On the palms of my yesterday My today stood bruised in pain Song-less tomorrow mock me I could not sing the song I sang When he went into me very elated. Let me tell you a sinful story with my righteous mouth: My flower was taken from me When my sister married a new husband who watched me lustfully at all time. That night, in the lyrics of his reading eyes I read pamphlet of uncontrolled emotion When he firmly grabbed me to wet his burning flesh, sister was away from home In the canoe of humiliation, he went astray To satisfy his longing sturdy manhood. I listen not to the midnight whistle of the owls As the night howled and rumbled so did my soul All my ears could receive was his excitement He made me lost in the short journey of sorrow He made a plastered road of agony not a page; A page where every hand can close and open. I cuddled the night alone as he snored I watched the moon hidden above the sky The stars retired immediately to their abode This is another song that reminds me of cruelty of men against helpless maidens Another song yet to be sung among songs. If only my road was plastered with love Tears like river won't fall in this diary. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016