The cold harmattan wind blew from behind
On and on its strength unwind
Cooling anything its might could find
But together we lay, its threat I never mind.
We stare at each other
Knowing what we have done is a bother
But don’t mind, who would tell mother?
After all I am supposed to be your brother.
You lay trembling, with pleasure or guilt I don’t know
But I touch you and it felt like snow
You had that look in your brow
Disgust or distrust, it just shows.
I try to call your name
But I hang back in shame
My wild lust tamed
After‘ve used you, my little dame.
I thought you wanted it
The way you loved to sit
Showing me ample flesh even if a bit
I thought you wanted me to use my wit
Cornering you was my idea of fun
Making you feel the heat like the sun
But these acts make me burn
I swear I wish time would turn.
I was there when you were laid to rest
You killed yourself this side west
Out of shame or sorrow we cannot test
But I swear to your good character would I attest
Cold, very cold like burning ice
Eating into me like many lice
I wish for once I were wise
But a fool have I been twice.
- The thoughts of the poet(which is me) was to write on the dangers of incest, seeing it’s a common trend now, I tried getting into the head of the perpetrator, to know why he does it but I really didn’t do a good job. Hope you enjoyed it though.
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