Picture poem: LOVE TORTURE

She said,
In a deep weary voice she wanted me out
Out of her heart and sight,
Out of her mouth and tongue,
Out of her body and soul,
With no choice and clue on where to go
I walked with shaking knees pulling
My weak feet over the summer dusty grass.I walked into the glaring streets of Kano,
No home in mind or contact at heart,
My throat cut sharply with thirst
While her image stared at me,
With a huge can of water pouring on her mouth,
Death stared at me with thirsty eyes.My eyes covered with sores, no sight
All I could see was her shouting at me,
I saw a woman beautiful enough,
She threw threats at me from her doorstep,
Karima, the beauty of my soul dumped me,
Carried my heart in a bag of maize,
Stepped on it and threw it in a sewage.I died out of her emotional tortured,
I was buried outside her compound, dirty grave,
I died out of psychological disintegration,
Buried in her therapist’s home,
I was dead, I got resurrected today,
Happier than ever that I won’t die again.