A BROKEN LOVER

#Wretched #BlogBattle

They told me time heals
But it’s 1975 and I am still broken.
I can almost hear you say “Ada stop all this”
My dear, I am trying              
They told me today is a beautiful day
Blue skies, bloomed flower, big dreams
I guess my eyes are all too damp to see
My heart aches but I believe them though
But with you in it
And without you in it, I am lost
So I am led to our ever green
Where our path was never to part
Do you remember this spot?
When our hearts intertwined
Your love professed generously
And this field bore us witness?
Do you remember this spot?
When I gave my flower freely
My wall gently broken
And the earth bore us witness?
When ridges were our pillows
Our eye fixed on dark skies
We watched the twinkle little star
How I wonder why it never last
When cannons called, I mildly cared
Oh how your bravery had fooled me to oblivion
With cowards as blood they ripped us apart
Hovering doom dragged us to Cameroon
But you answered the call though
As a knight beyond my watch
Ridding guns and leading troops
Severing the course of our enemies, their doom
Bushes and trees, your new home
Awka was abandoned, so I heard
Raping women and starving children became norms
Seeing this, I wonder how you felt
Were you thinking of me as I was for you?
Were you praying for me as I was for you?
If you did for me as I did for you
Let’s conclude that it was meaningless
The night they dragged me away I saw your face
A Tango of pain and relieve if only you knew
Cowards aren’t fit to guard your queen
My yawn for you got me caged
Domesticated like an animal, they called it love
Got sold to the highest bidder, a slave in a wife
A protruding tummy he found repulsive
Atlas your seed saved me, I took to my heels
And when I finally traced my step back home
With the seed you planted I helped you harvest
Your carbon copy if I may add
But you are no more I was told
Honorable was what they called you
A souvenir from war to console my heart
How shallow and discomforting this title is  
But the memories they shared, we shared, helps me breathe,
Before they said your rank I knew your worth
Before they said your words I heard your voice
Before they cried I had almost drowned in mine
The stones that wedge this stream has been removed Obi
Please let my tears flow, let me cry
I am strong but my emotions do fail
I feel weak keeping you as a memory I guess
I fear I may lose it, not today, not tomorrow
You’re only a story to be told to your son
Your severed body beneath us makes it heavier
I’ll write down your sacrifice for the world to know
Since many have forgotten to mourn our struggle
I’ll read it over again even though it'll break my heart

Thanks for reading

Much love💜❤

© Chi chi

15 Comments Add yours

  1. Misggrace says:

    Your comment gladdens my heart a lot. Thank you 🙏. I am so happy you connected with it. Painful story but a light imagination of what probably transpired during the war.

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  2. Outstanding piece of writing, it really drove a nail into my heart. I love how you fluttered between the delicate and the brutal — as others have mentioned, there’s a sense of dichotomy. The words that really got me were, “Got sold to the highest bidder, a slave in a wife
    A protruding tummy he found repulsive.” Hit me like a sledgehammer. Amazing work, I feel that this will stay with me long after reading.

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  3. A beautiful piece for sure. However, I felt a dissonance. Some of the stanzas seemed to flow easier than others. It also felt like the narrator loved the fallen warrior but had some regrets.

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    1. Misggrace says:

      Thank you Sam 😀🙌 for the comment. Yes it’s a love story gone sour for the narrator. She is grieving for a lost love (short lived too). She is narratimg the events that occurred during a period war that separated her from her lover and when she finally finds her way back to his home, she told that he was no more.

      I hope this makes it easier?

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  4. This is quite good. Quite rich in detail and very descriptive. Knowing that it speaks of the aftermath of the Biafran War gives it extra relevance to people knowledgeable of the event. It made the war personal the way Half of a Yellow Sun did which allowed us to feel more deeply, the pain of the narrator.
    Very well done. Honestly. I am inspired.

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    1. Misggrace says:

      Wow, thank you for your comment. Truly, I’ve found out that the best way to understand what the war was about was to allow them see though the individual eyes of those that were affected by it. Although in this case, this is a fictional character.

      Thank you bro🙌

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  5. Gary says:

    I’m with Abe in relation to the poignancy of a love lost through wretched circumstances. Oddly I was moved to think of Snape and his love for the Potter boy’s mother, Lilly. A heartache lasting a lifetime, never moving on from a love that was everything until time waged its war. A shade of melancholy (Meloncollie) and the infinite sadness which, if you are a Smashing Pumpkins fan will mean more. Suffice to say that album title is sublime and fits the emotion bleeding in this poetry.

    Obviously one must now share your words again upon the new prompt surely…no pressure ha,ha.

    Do you also encounter the emotions whilst writing this type of wordcraft? I often find that happens when a piece feels raw and real.

    Wonderful prose so kudos to you where it’s due!

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    1. Misggrace says:

      My heart leaps reading your comment💃

      Yes, when I write, I imagine myself to be each character. I feel their pain, joy, confusion as though they were mine. It’s funny that sometimes when I imagine the character crying, I cry myself. I empathize with them.

      I should definitely check Smashing Pumpkins. Maybe I am a fan yet to discover them

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      1. Gary says:

        I think to write well then a certain amount of empathy is a must. How else can you put life into a character? That said it gets a bit warped when the antagonist crops up 😳

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        1. Misggrace says:

          😂😂😂😂 for the antagonist, I only imagine how horrible a person can be to make me annoyed, disgusted or frightened by them.

          For characters to have life, I make them as real as the next person that comes to mind in a given situation. A few other times, I imagine how I may act in a given situation and transfer it to my characters.

          By exposing their flaws, struggles, strength, desires, mindset etc just like everyone else; people reading it are given the opportunity to relate with them.

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          1. Gary says:

            A very good hobby for people watchers. At least I do that a lot to gauge dialogue quirks and behaviour patterns to blend into fiction.

            The hard part of horror antagonists is getting inside them so you see why, in their world, they are actually the protagonist. It ensures the motive is “real” and not just chucked in for the sake of a story line.

            I’m with you though, if the life struggles are realistic then readers can identify with something. Kings model is to do just that then put them into unusual situations half way though. If it works for him who am I to argue 😂

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  6. aebranson says:

    One doesn’t often think of poignancy in the state of wretchedness, but your story was poetic in more ways than one. I enjoyed discovering tidbits of the narrator’s life, and her lament is heartfelt. My favorite line was ‘Before they said your rank I knew your worth’ – wonderful depth there.

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    1. Misggrace says:

      Thank you aebranson😀.. I am glad you enjoyed the post🙌.

      I will try to write something else with the Key word. A short story this time

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  7. Misggrace says:

    #BlogBattle 🙌

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