Shortly After The Reticent Recriminations Had Ceased,
My Heart Fluttered Violently,
Blocked All My Lines Of Thoughts
I Began To Chip Into Stammering,
Almost Shivering With Gibbering.
Light Of Heart Turned To Shimmer.
Then I Impromptu Started Drawling,
Inquisitively To Know How Serious He Was
The Narrator Meant Beyond Doubt What He Was Saying.
He Said It And Made His Own Way Back,
While I Was Standing There Dumbfounded,
Until When He Went Off My Faculty Of Sight With His White Garments
My Angel He Said Had Gotten Married,
At The Peak Of My Entanglement To Her Infatuation Of Love And Martyry.
My Heart Pounded A Little Tipsily To Struggle To Know How True It Was.
It Was True Beyond Any Doubt Cause
The Previous Conviviality Of The Meeting Turned Into Fury.
A Descending Deepen Meditation Fanned The Flames In My Heart’s Injury.
I Wish That My Mind Could Rebuff And Spurn The Bad Story,
But It Couldn’t Help To Be Conquered Simply
Then I Apostrophised The Question, “How Could She Have Done That To Me? Despite The Much Love Of Hers I Had With Me?”
The Situation Completely Turned Berserk;
For Nobody There Remained With Me To Soothe My Impinged Thoughts
To Save My Blood Pressure,
I Had To Stealthily Sauntered,
To My Bed-Chamber.
But How Could I Push That Thought Out Of My Mind That Clambered?
My Heart Increasingly Continued, Pouncing To Help My Breath In Its Efforts, To Shot Out Of Me,
But With A Feeble Effort To Prompt Sending Me Into The Bin
The Situation Was So Pathetic,
But I Quickly Managed To Regain My Consciousness,
By Telling Myself That That Is Not The End Of The World, Devoid Of Coyness
And That God Will Always Make the Best.
Mohammed Usman is a writer who was born in Maiduguri Borno state of Nigeria. He Educated in Maiduguri right from primary school up to tertiary. His sense of fun begins at literature.