Love Poem: Hell Prickles on Me
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Written by: Mugisho Theophile

Hell Prickles on Me


She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy 
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
 
Love became illusions and lies 
Lies founded on hatred 
Hatred tumbled my heaven

Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land

Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst

Thirst of man disdains 
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves

Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high

High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench

Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life 
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell. 

Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho