POEM: ‘Ode to my Criminal’
I wished to confront you but my hands were tied.
My vision was blurry, a hindrance from the light.
All I could do was cage the bird inside.
I cut its wings and ceased to fight.
You and I became criminals in His eyes.
You paid with lust, and I with my innocence.
This vicious cycle dulled my soulfulness.
It deprived me of my will for sustenance.
It slowly deducted from my countenance.
I didn’t expect it to shatter my perseverance.
After all, you were a part of my kin,
but you lost that right due to your sin.
Still, I tried to keep up my chin
Only because I let you win.
That’s how it’s always been.
You claimed there’s no need,
but I lament sharing our deed.
‘Til death my soul won’t be freed.
I’m gathering courage to concede,
and pour my soul, refuse to recede.
My needs silenced my conscience.
It was bribed with your “love” hence.
The aftermath was surely nauseous.
Lines were drawn in the sand since.
There is no chance to recommence.
