The Imprisoned Lover
By Fiza Pathan
I’m a prisoner of vices,
And my cardinal vice is you dear lover.
The bars hold me enclosed within
To keep out reason and practicality.
I bang my head against the stakes
That makes me bleed,
But does not make me forget.
The ribs of the cage that hold me are too strong
And love is the pole that cuts my chest.
Why dear lover did you,
Lock me within this jail of torture?
Why dearest darling did you,
Place me within your heart
To then imprison me mercilessly?
The pit and the pendulum of the man called Poe
Cuts through me in half.
I am cut through my entrails darling lover,
Why have you turned away from me?
Why did you light the fire within my breast,
If you did not know how to tame the embers?
Now within my solitude
I curse your name and your treachery.
Your unholy act has left me in shambles
And now I’m cut in half with a tremendous loss of blood.
Your adultery was of poor quality;
You were foul, faithless, nefarious and black-hearted.
You left me tied to the shackles that held me
And now the bars of this self-imprisonment
Makes me want to cry.
So I weep not only for my tormented self
But also for our love
Which you have undressed before the mundane world.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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