Portrait of a Man Trying To Love
How do you make love in tenses,
To fit in so it won't hurt at all?
Love is an art theatre,
At the centre, nothing is real,
Players play to entertain:
Good love goes wrong, wrong love goes good
That's what people are always worried about.
It doesn't scare me; the scars
I see in people's heart won't go away,
Won't let me come close to loving them
Beyond normal human love and kindness,
Am I alone in this?
Pedalling onward, pushing forward
To a strange, strange place;
I've not been to this place before:
My heart is leading the way!
Is this what being in love feels like?
I've lost my mind, lost my heart,
Her heart, my home:
I'm a lover, head in air,
Heart beats, heart breeds
Wandering, a sheep shepherding itself
Searching, seeking rest in the threshold of love,
Shut the world out, shot myself in the leg!
I spat on the ground, the ground I tread,
A troubadour, transiting!
Love kills you for free
If you are confined to one space!
Clear your mind; take a walk
Don't get too close,
I am a lover, lone lover
Pedalling onward, pushing forward
To a strange, strange place;
I've not been to this place before:
My heart is leading the way!
Is this what being in love feels like?
Copyright © Chime Justice Ndubuisi | Year Posted 2018
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