The pawn

Mkpouto.I.Eshiet

She holds him in her arms

yearning for his love,

but what she does not know is that 

a handmaid will be with him tonight.

 

He sees her as his consolation,

but she is glad he calls her 

his little nymph when he gropes at her

and runs his hands through her dark hair 

calling her his honeypot,

saying he's never had anything 

as sweet as her.

 

Her search for love,

puts her in this little game of confusion

that she has no knowledge of.

 

Shame on her,

as she's being played on by him.

Isn't it unfortunate,

that she's caught up a second time ,

in this web of misfortune?,

But what else is she,

apart from a pawn who sees

no road ahead of her,

as she craves for love from the

Lord of confusion?.

 

She refuses to see the red flags 

and notice that she is nothing but a pawn

being turned around in his fingers,

as he contemplates where next to 

place her.

 

Is it surprising that the handmaid

is the mother of his child?,

our little nymph ends up

regretting that she refused to 

see the red flags?.

 

She is angry,

that she decided to be a honeypot

instead of a giant and stomp

on his game of confusion,

destroying it.

 

                           -Mkpouto.I.Eshiet

 

  • Author: Mkpouto.I.Eshiet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2022 15:12
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