Dilemma

Love or the lack of it

Either ways you’re miserable

Feelings of volatile fulfilment

Or of success not complete.

Persistently dynamic

Creating chasm-like voids

In the wake of spasm-like pain

Pain unrelenting

Like constant whips of cane.

In the end, it’s pointless;

Subject yourself to avoidable torture

Wriggle out, if you can

Then conceal your wounds

Stitches and sutures.

Or you could feign strength, Invent power

Build a hedge

With you atop it’s tower

Love knocks, you refuse to budge

Looking down at it, you shiver

Current in a surge

Stubbornly still, all emotions you shut

All for fear of “not getting hurt”

Knowing it’s this or celibacy

You choose the former

Hoping on your Maker

For Happily Ever After.

By Ayodelle Alle