By Atok Dan
I feel I’m lost, but could still hear voices
I could call but continue their direction,
Am visually lost
My voice falters in despair but it never bothers them
In between tall structures that resemble forest
I found no way
I’m confused,
I’m visually lost
Never will I come back in the ghettoes of ghosts
In juggling options of getting out of mental mess
I’m still visually impaired
I’m visually lost
Echoes from voices create chaos in my mind
I’m visually lost
My eyes dilate in fear of roaming strange jungle
But still lost
My mind juggle options
It seems I’m on fool errand,
fooled in the pool of foolish
As I stride, my mind echoes thunder in the forest
As I click foot,
Rumble of leaves creates digestive churnings in my stomach
I’m lost, and am a fool
Heavens roar with fire
I’m an errand on the run
Not a thief or an outcast but a dwarf in mind
Neither I nor you share the same