Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.226.88.145
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
I am a Victim, 
Lured by mascara, and by a pretext piety 
Induced through lust by immoral vermin 

I am a Victim 
Blindfold through cunnings to fest on a plowed field, 
“Whore scammed”, trapped in a net by the conspiracy of a blemished womanhood 

I am a Victim, 
Decoyed through the bait of an illusion to nurse the wound of another. 
Oh! The Desdemona from whose path I avoided avowal 

I am a victim, 
Of marriage in Freetown, the offer of credit in dowry.
And the sharer chokes hastily by licentious and libidinous overwhelm. 

I am a Victim,
Of a venomous revenge of a late marriage,
The brunt, the consequence of many abandoned lovers lurking still to watch my shame.  

I am a victim,
Hauled from far off climes to be used, dumped after use 
Suspended in the gale to fulfil an ambition. 

I am a victim, 
Of a clandestine unanimity of an unbroken vow,
Lust feigned for friendship dictates and plotted through covert text, my fall their aim 

I am a victim 
Of the conspiracy of “Exes” plotted by the bed lure,
Of hasty overturn to conceal the fraud by a blinded jury  

I am a victim, 
Defrauded, demonized, humiliated and ridiculed. 
A bespectacled gargoyle masked the visages in the loss 

I am a victim 
They couldn't  find in this clime, but must take a trip to seek, 
and by secret oath through the court, concealed from affinity save one

I am a victim, 
Semen sapped by a desperation to escape a stigma of nature,
And a sorrowing reflection of an impostor on my innocent seed 

I am a victim 
By revenges of many woes, still waited to plow on a stranger’s lap
Whose seed was taken through anger for mere gain, 

I am a victim, 
Bore the spatter of grim loss to a burying place and have since never ceased 

I am a victim
Of this highest ambition in the vanity fair, 
Ousted when a sincere investment was well worn by trickery 

I am a victim 
of their jeer, of a collective calumny of their bed tattling 
of the usurping of fatherhood, of their banter and this grim gaunt wearied   

I am a victim, 
A reflective victim of conscience. 
Of a story not fully told
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required