LUST or LOST

 By Nkiruka Omeke

Self control entails living in denial

It contradicts every immoral desire I’ve nurtured

A thing of sheer mockery to folks of similar disposition
I would never shut my eyes to the nakedness of a woman

Whether she be mine or another’ man’s

Underage or above the age of consent

With my tongue armed with folly

I take pride in every successful deceit

I bask in the fashion of modern frenzies

Explored short-term thrills

Attracting the loveliest and most abrasive of women

Clearly, I do not care for a type

I will pay any amount just to make it happen

Broken, subdued or neglected

All women hold sentimental feelings

And yearn to be treated with utmost priority

In the guise of subtle affection

Guarded by rehearsed deception

I weave a way to her heart

Intent on destruction

Feminine power is a rampant phenomenon

More like a tale for lovestruck idiots

Who exaggerate the act of fondness

And settle in tender regard

An old acquaintance of mine

Who is equally reckless as I

Superior in authority

Insistently exploiting on younger girls and boys alike

Jeopardizing their academic progress

She must offer her body

In exchange for leniency

With the slogan

“Use what you have to get what you want”

In my folly I let karma slip into negligence

Risky choices birthing strained bonds

My foggy mind has remained sullied

To the detriment of my moral essence

How silly of me to forget that there will be retribution

Like stale food will my words turn sour, swallowing my appetite without fully satisfying me

It will be my actions against me

Worse still, my children

For that is the legacy of my name

Not lust

But lost in rot

Wraths which would have been averted by discipline

How do I look upon the faces of these innocent children I have wronged?

How can I stand for that which is right without karma presiding over me?