Helpless
She now walks with a heart battered
Under the jagged distortion
Of her shadowy desires
Having realized love is masked
Beyond recognition like an ekpo
The fifth lover just left
As did the fourth and previous ones
Each taking a chunk
Of her innocence and age along.
She had built castles in the air
Of growing old with the first;
Of the second one nursing
Her first wound;
Of the third being different
From the rest;
Of the fourth being God-sent
And of the fifth
(That just left) being everything.
But here she stands alone
She had been a door
Love is the key
And she wish someone
Could show up to change the lock.
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