by UZOUKWU KENNETH-CLINTON

Everything seemed right
Everyone was alright
Things went well
We all fared well

Those were the happy moments
Flowing like the sea currents
We wished for lasting days that came
So that all will remain the same

Then at a time still with days
Days that seemed to last like years
As nothing fell in line
We, merely pretending to be fine

The soul as though caged
The body now feels staged
Labouring and striving in pains
No significant result, like one in chains

Enjoying a false sense of freedom
Hoping as children of the kingdom
The near future far fetched
Dreams/aspirations, not like we sketched

Frustration a common
Failure often the outcome
Despair gently on the increase
Dread even to the non-deceased

The aged on steady contemplation
The youth in daily desperation
The young approaching a daring future
Babies, of course, tomorrow’s future

Nothing seems to make sense
Rational power lacking intense
Now in a state of helplessness
Encouragement loses its usefulness

Movements “downwards’
Dissatisfaction inwards
Cause of anxiety unknown
But the source of happiness already known

Worry a sign/point of separation
“Sorry” a means to consolation
The simple act of looking above
To ever-loving hope; HE above