On the pure lands of intellect
A forbidden seed lies with all its allure Irresistible in its demure
To mankind’s primitive ardour

Lo! But it is a harmless seed he says
Powerless against my valiant self
I will do and undo it if all else fails

And so with a swoop he plants his doom
He watches it sprout pleased with his move
He caresses its buds while its petals bloom
He savours its nectar and bathes in its scent
The whistling leaves seduce him to nest Hours fade into days as he sits transfixed
Alas! He is a man bewitched but he does not know

He is a man blinded but he does not know
So he does not see the roots gripping his feet
He is a man deafened but does not know
So he does not hear voice of reason’s frantic screams
He is a man spellbound so he cannot reckon
The impending storm that threatens his breath
Alas! He is a man long lost

But as the storm begins and our man is disillusioned
He sees himself a prisoner of his passions
He searches for his strong will now far gone
“Alas” he wails, “I am a fool undone”.


Published by George Collins™

Journalism and Communication Graduate | 13/07/96 | Nairobi Governor Aspirant | Sapiosexual | Saved | Family First | Philanthropist | I Love You and Thank You For Reading

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