Poem: Too Late (By Grateful Udoka)

Be void of expectations
The deed is done
My much vaunted reforms towards you
Did not materialize.

You were like a vena-adium poison to my soul
Alas!
The poisonous part of you made me stronger.

Remorse exhibition is needless
Because splitter liquid cannot be gathered.
The same hammer that shatters glass,
Forges still.
And this is not distinct from our new found rivalry.

You felt you've shocked me to the marrow
But behold, I'm now aware of him, who laughs and praises me;
But ridicules from behind.

Our good relationship was riven by internal disputes.
All efforts to resuscitate the good relationship
Were a rolling stone that gathers no moss.

My self possessed personality
And good sense of empathy
Was taken advantage of;
By your selfish and tyrannical mindset.

Hate not yourself for losing me
Because your actions have boosted my self confidence
And have given me enough reason to love
And believe in my self worth and esteem.

Weep not,
For you have done me no harm
Tell me not your hard-luck story
For they are lackadaisical and lack lustre
You are indubitably referring to a long gone person.

Initially, I was of the thoughts
That I would have a dark-like and gloomy life
Without you
However, I have come in cognizant to the fact that you were the string
That drains the life out of me.

I have just realized how much life
I now have in me eversince the captain
Created that rough and tumble.

Empirically speaking,
You were a down-to-earth crooked back stabber.
You were precipitating my downfall
And your presumptions were for things to go wrong.
Yet, I felt I was undoubtedly fighting the good fight
With a best friend.

I was saddened to receive such catatonic words.
I felt dejected at first,
However, I'm no longer sad because it happened,
I'm happy, you have proven yourself.
I should be happy because thanks to you,
I have learnt to be careful with my fellow mortals.

It is disheartening to find daftness
Where wisdom is anticipated.
Therefore,
I will be at lost to hate myself one bit
Because of you.
You turned the table around
And accused me what you are guilty of.

If a cat sat on a hot stove,
The cat will never sit on a hot stove again.
You are like the hot stove.
Thus, expect not, that I will sit on you again.

Now I have to overcome my natural diffidence
And speak with great frankness.
Hold on...!
It's even too late to say I'm sorry