Tonight, I will hide under poet-tree
With my lover's arms around my heart
To squeeze out of me, my bitterness.
Under this poet-tree, I will hide and bleed.
For love has not been a bird of roses
And though roses grow with the thorns
-But howling taunting words to love
No edge sword cuts deeper than that
I mean, calling love hatred at noon
No words can heal the scars thereof
Perhaps, tonight, I will hide under poet-tree
With my lover's arms around my heart
To squeeze out of me, my scars of failed love.
John Chinaka Onyeche "Rememberajc"
Ignatius Ajuru University Of Education Port Harcourt Rivers State
John Chinaka Onyeche "Rememberajc" (he/his) is the author of the following poetry collections: “Echoes Across The Atlantic”, “A Night Tale At The Threshold Of Howl”, “We Returned To Kiss The Cross”, “The Broken Fort”, “ A Good Day For Tomorrow’s Coming”, “ Stateless”, and a chapbook “Chapters Of Broken Tales”. Best of Net Nominee. A husband, father and poet from Nigeria. He writes from the city of Port Harcourt Rivers State, Nigeria. He is currently a student of History and Diplomatic Studies at Ignatius Ajuru University Of Education Port Harcourt Rivers State. When John is not writing, you will see him reading to stay in a good mood.
John Chinaka can be reached through the following means:
Rememberajc.wordpress.com
Facebook.com/jehovahisgood
Twitter.com/apostlejohnchin
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