By Ekpunobi Paulinus

Let me shout of painHow hard have you nailed my emotionsI hear the whisper of my cries from afarMy soul searches for a stay in my body I wish I could wash you off my bodyYou stink yet I enjoy with sweet agonyWish I could wash you off with my tearsBut the fountain has dried in my eyes You drained my tongue so as to crack your nutsYour sting cripples my heart to stop limpingI now ride in my dream-boatReality becomes an obituary of my ambition Enemies mask their faces with laughterFolding their snares with honey-wordsAs a hungry bee I was trappedWhence stayeth satisfaction