JEREMIAD ON ROMANTICISM: "FORBIDDEN LOVE" BY MYLISTIC

My world is torn,

Getting sewed it can't,

Just like the cracks,

Cracks on ones' feet.

To me love is forbidden,

Like the Sodom apple,

The apple that brought suffering upon us,

Leaving us not knowing what peace is!

A boy I'm, in a world of confusion,

I'm stuck on mud,

It's like I weigh a tonne,

I keep on sinking.

I don't know whether to call you son,

Or should I call you love,

If I call you love,

Should I call your dad father?

Your papa makes passes at me,

Sagging me at his beacon,

Threats from him I receive,

My tongue is tied tightly like the shoelace.

Yes I love you,

But it's forbidden,

Letting you get honey from your dad's beehive, I can't,

A taboo it's en your life matters most to me.

© MYLISTIC MASTER PEN ✍🏽

- Kenya 

The poet persona laments over the inability to stay with a woman he loves. His intended father-in-law theatens him. To save the life of his woman, he has to leave her even as this pains him.