Heartcry Poem by TANIMONURE ADEWALE

i see him lounge comfy and cozy
happiness waving me a hungry byebye
of heart from his mobile face
luxurious gliding.

i see him every day;
and how stretch and depth
and height of ourselves.....yes!
make a painful laughter strong
in the words and opposites we form

the blackboard of life tables us
all the time, every chime
in fate's pregnant destiny write
and my mind with its foetus of questions
battles ghost answers making mean mockery
of my innocent poke of truth's tummy

why? o why?
these tears tearing me into cats and dogs
of soaking confusion, drenched ambition
to be; to feel; to glee, so real
why my wombs should choose this pain?
why my bloods should rot in this vain?
this unlettered disease sickening of wretched being
making a lame cruise of my success too as him

o prayers,
do you see my poking pregnancy?
do you feel the battle bitter within me
rumbling, roaring?
can you see my lame in hurting shame
beg brutally to free me of these wasted wombs
and glide me luxurious sweet too
my face in mobile bye of a lettered drive