John Chizoba Vincent Poet Prose Poetry

Devastated

Take me out of here and, 
Never bring me back to this dungeon
    
      Hell for the monkeys
    
      What eyes could see what i have seen without going blind? 
    
      What mouth could speak of where i have been without going
      dumb? 
    
      
My legs wobbled and trembled
    
      Hands held high in defeat
    
      I have been through hell
    
      And it rejected me, begged for my leave
    
      Devastated, enraged, shattered and desperate
    
      Who could believe it was caused by a friend? 
    
      Most trusted and honoured among all
    
      It pays to work with an enemy rather than a friend.
    
      My eyes are dim and weak.
    
      Love and passion gone to exile
    
      Strength dashed away sadly
    
      She betrayed me, authorities took over
    
      In a trickish violated manner
    
      I became dumb, never allowed to say a word
    
      Became the morning and afternoon scapegoat
    
      Feeble after the hundred metre race 
    
      To save a bereaved life.
    
      All she had to do was sit back
    
      Watch the harvest song play out
    
      Then, i follow
    
      Once i stepped in and fall
    
      She got an instant scape goat.
    
      Out there, the air and people molested me.
    
      A sharp fire ripped a hole in my stomach
    
      I'm not sure whether a rage or pain but it hurt so much
    
      Always in a dead silence against my right
    
      Behind this bar, i felt blood drained from my face
    
      Each seconds i looked at her
    
      She's breathing heavily_panting through her sobs.
    
      As a friend and liar
    
      A lunatic and a lover
    
      As a bored rich kid, a fear nothing thrill seeker
    
      An odds defying gambler and even, 
    
      For the briefest of moment, as a perfect daughter in-law
    
      I have seen her every where in between
    
      But never as a betrayer
    
      I reread her names half a thousand times
    
      The calmest among us  zubem
    
      Thus fear a silent man
    
      A fist of nausea punches in the throat, 
    
      And my chest caved in
    
      With the taste of freedom on my tongue
    
      Inside my chest, a volcano of rage explode
    
      But in all dear do take me out of this dungeon.

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