MY BULB WITHOUT A LIGHT

When I need that touching

And I need that loving

And I need that moisture

And I see that empty bulb lightless

I curse my stars

And I ask them why

This high demand you

Has no light to emit

When the body calls for it

To think that most for you have insulted

Most for you have me faulted

Most for you will have my head

Like mad women on revenge mission

I coil into myself with laughter;

Terrible laughter,

Tearful laughter,

Boiling laughter,

Which erupts pain within,

Exploding it without

I take it on you, though I know you have no fault

You must understand your mere presence

Makes the wicked cold whip hard

And your mere look, makes passions erupt

And your mere consolidatory touch makes the heart cry

I blame no one but fate

For giving me a handsome plate filled with nothing

Sending all eyes in my direction to stifle my tears.

By amoafowaa