Tyger mews!

I seek solace for my pains in the wrong hands
I seek answers to my questions in dark places that yield no fruit

The state of my mind is tumultuous and in transit.
I am surrounded yet abjectly aware that I’m alone
Anger, rage, dismay characterise the thoughts of my mind and the epileptic fit that is my emotions will not cease to rise and fall like the waves in tandem with the tides.
Sadness a friend, confusion is a relative, fear is an ally, together we dodge dark corridors and alleys in a strange search for precious rubbles.
Again and again like a dunce in primary six, I reseat the exams of life, my repeated failure no longer a thing of shame but of consternation.
My constant 'falling face down' now a source of benign dry humor, ‘you havent learnt the secret to success you fool!’ it seems to say.

I seek to understand life, my brethren, love, the important issues, all without avail, my pursuits only leave me bereft.
I am alarmed that i progress across this smelly river of indeterminate age with no understanding of where i go or why i embarked on the journey...


by the way, yesterday was my buffday...
hupiya buffday to me hey?