STITCHES

by

Adubi Black

I knew every woman deserves more than roses

                Dreadful is unrequited love than a covenant

     I knew, right now , your heart is a Gazar of Chaos

       …but pains are substitutes of desires unfulfilled

     No night though ever passed without a reflection

             …my lips still behold the taste of our kisses.

               The  erotic touches on the balcony couches

                               … I knew of the love you defined

                                    I chose but to pay the cost

               As a sacrifice to abort the further lost.

                I succumb my corpse to the summer hawks

            Tell the Winter,  I am not buried in a cemetery

                            Of what pleasure is  to be loved

                   As you missed the last train of the return.

             Dear Ugochi don’t hopefully await my arrival.

                                  She also missed the last  train.

                 …and I remained the stitches of the scars.

6th Feb. 2024

Adubi Black

6th Feb. 2024
Adubi Black

Adubi Black as he is well known with is a Nigerian writer, he writes in philosophy to portrait his societal contents in his poems to his audience. His prowess in the creation of mental imagery has made him exceptional to be an international writer whose poems had being published globally. Adubi Black writes on nature and he strongly believes in the therapeutic functions of Poetry as a genry.
Adubi Black is a peaceful revolutionist and the founder of Nibstears Poetry Cave; a Nigeria ever known literary organisation.

Contacts
adubiblack@gmail.com