IN THE CIRCLES OF WEIRD EMOTIONS

Poem by; Alick Mushekwa® *IN THE CIRCLES OF WEIRD EMOTIONS* Emotions have become my promotions Suffering is an option, you choose to work out your portion or, to succumb to your lazy notion Life has become difficult, as one has to take cautions for survival My heart is filled with sorrow, I have lost hope for tomorrow, I live in the cage of depression; I don't know when will end this oppression My head has developed a trauma of stress and so I need an operation Nothing seems to be normal; everything looks abnormal, as I have missed my friends Closed up in my room embedded with the quietness of no more you I can't do anything except to make a howl like an owl singing the devil's anthem My room filled with emptiness of life; I hopeless stare at the pictures of myself Looking at them as if have never seen them before; how I am going to be if I fall? Oh, poor me! Do I know what it means? No answer for what it means But only to look for means on how to avoid hanging myself to a tree of regrets...... All rights reserved® ©Copyright 2020 Nyasoka's production®