Afflicted

I can not imagine
To live without a heart
Like a car that fails to start
And my head
Becomes a boiling kettle
Dancing with steam
Like fairies from a scene
Of the Midsummer Night Dream
And my mind becomes uncertain
Like I am blown by a whirl wind
I can feel afflictions
Because my world devoid of love
I can feel afflictions
Because I feel forsaken from above
Hopeless
Wandering in the wilderness of Zin
With each plan failing
Like I am paying a price for my sin
I could not find
I was blind
By ignorance and selfishness
And the evil we do on to others
Will one day come to ourselves
Like mischief in the night by little green elves
For in life
We adore the successful
And celebrate the great
And care less about men
Of less fate
For within us lies Karibaras Fall
A place where dreams are realized
No matter how cheap or tall
But I am still afflicted
And my heart
Bears my witness
Is failure a source of strength or weakness?




Poetry by Olusegun Akanbi
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Written on 2012-12-06 at 22:53

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Nathalia
A good poem. :-)
2012-12-08