Unrequited love
Sometimes later, you will realize the gravity of pains I endured while gaze-walking the veins of your soul, heading towards the path to oblivion.
A path where love poems, cumbersome as PhD thesis were memorised, replicating the artistry of Shakespeare just to hit your softspot, what some refer to as mumu button.
A path where ganglions of data were burnt like scapegoats offered by priests on the altar of love- a path adorned with the blood of men who died serving the religion of hope.
But were my sacrifices unworthy to have been accepted, was my approach filled with erraticisms, misplaced priorities, strange fires, banalities?
Why then were they not accepted?
Why?
Written by Daniel Ezeokeke
Also Published on Kalahari Review
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