The broken heart sleeps?-Cabral Opiyo

he walks a lazy walk,a walk orchestrated by fate
                         stops,
       he stops..
his eye and brain function totally in dysfunction
             he sits and ponders
but his braincells seem to be locked in their cells that day
    he dismisses his hazy state of mind with a defiant sneer
                                        he even grins

Till later that day while laying on his bed  facing the ceiling
     the first hot tear on his cheeks opens the floodgates
 A scandal,a scandal akin the water gate scandal
no pun intended.
     his massive chest heaves,his lungs are on fire,he trembles
Anger.pain,resentment?
only he knows

For sure it was sheila,he by then knows her like his QWERTY keypad
       but the arms around her,those were surely not his
He was a hundred meters away for pits sake,marvel comics aside
The lips on her lips were sure as sugar is about to be scarce,not his

         
              He looks at the side table,at the box,the box holding the engagement ring
He was going to pop the question when the spectacle unfolded
    sheila was  or had been the epitome of his very existence,
      his everything,his reason for living
was there a purpose in life after all?
The answer:
          the swaying rope just above his bed an hour later
The stillness of the room as birds chirped outside his window


  HE GENTLY SNORES UNDER THE ROPE ABOVE HIS BED WHICH HOLDS THE NET...