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Atlas held the world
My mind holds more
Janus was the lord of crossroads
I transverse more
But where, has this thin thread led,
Lost on an island
Damned by the gods?
Imprisoned by my flesh
Indeed, I was lost
On this island, I know not.
If souls could rust,
Mine lost touch
Alas, the masterpiece
As become, all but rot,
My mind is boiling hot
My lenses, all but pawns
Morality, rock bottom.
Rage, sky rocket.
My wounds, remain un-clot.
I am confused, which direction?
I am drenched in perplexity
The values I hold dear, I fear.
I am stuck with Janus,
At the T-junction.
Should I seek help?
The gods, offer assistance
Atlas is no amateur,
But why…this resistance.
No! inability is not my nature
But this mind, ruminates
Lost to seizure.
Maybe, if I sink, I eliminate
These dancers, camping in my thoughts.
Don’t you dare!
This is not evasive,
I choose to defer
My weapons are frail
My decision, is not at all rare.
Ponder, my lair of cowardice.
We are born into paths
I fear, it all leads to Death.
But, Viva la Vida!!!
My existential angst, I fear,
Is neither wrong nor right
But, should hope cease,
No! Don’t cease…
Hope, that illuminating light.
Ogoru David
Ogoru David a pragmatic open-minded millennial, who loves reading and writing