POEM 126: I QUIT

At this point, when I quit, 
I'll pat my heart and belch in satisfaction... 
Because I tried to make this work.

At this point, when I quit,
I won't bid goodbye with a sigh
nor moan and sigh...
Because I tried to make this work.

At this point, when I quit,
I won't be plagued by guilt
nor down played by another
Because this search died with your refusal
to quit the blame game
and let love have her way.

At this point, when I quit,
It will be an honourable bow
from the trial of your filth.
Even the sun gives up at night.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu