21/09/2019
How to fuel your hell.
You rebuke your parent's action
& query them for giving birth to you,
you want better upbringing like the unruly
brat living adjacent to your home.
years past, you begin to stalk beauties
till your experience grows ayond a pimp
Later on, the liveliness in you begin to wane
reality strikes, it's time to seek for oasis — wife.
a voice whispered to you that there is no
girl ascribed with piousness in your vicinity;
though wasn't any voice but your foul deeds
then you wayfared to a distant land
but still end up proposing a slt in disguise.
you blindly frolics around, oppressing friends
for cacophony has become their matrimonial discourse.
all of a sudden you turn to a temple
where other men come to lay their problem — like sacrifice
you become recipient — of their complaints.
but your only profit is the spirit of triumph that muster
when you begin to analyze the chemistry of bonds
like you're the custodian of affection — love's deity
& start to prophesize which couple will remain long
maybe, in blight/blithe or couples that their wedlock will
be unlock during the honeymoon period.
hints opaqued, unable to see through the veil
of mendacity, the girl you think of espousing
is an encamped river —weir, where your pals
rinse their head & worship in her sanctum until
it becomes flabby —when their body reeks satiation.
you're overwhelmed, the fount of your haughtiness
is now an infernal lodge that makes you suffocate.
nemesis isn't far fetch, you could see through the fanlight,
those words you uttered then, fiercened into a hound — taunting you.
you create the dell you dwell in, with your negative stance.
©Adekunleunique
