A poem by Oreva

Torture!
She had no course to torture me.
Did she know who fell from the roof?
I leapt to death, on her account.
I could not understand that she left me.
I had no wish
I thought she gave me her heart,
It was one I travel in.
Is that my canary?
I no longer desire it.
For I thought we were so near to the greatness of Troy and Greece.
I mean, such was the generosity of your smiles.
U now indulged, and can not abide storms.
If only u were not the swillage of pigs and could read the writing of wiser men.
Instead,
U stride in, with your sharpened dagger at your heels.
I was a fool.
Impatient.
I never wanted to be trifled with.
Your face breaks into fiendishness.
I knew it was incredible.
It could not be.
Very faintly.
I cried for mercy!
Choose!
U turn my heart in two.
I drank that sniper
And clasps my womb
Gasps and collapses
Sudden black-out
I remain so for several moments
Next, I open my eyes
And stood face to face with my creator
At the front of the queue
Awaiting to be judged.