Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
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