Like a defective compass, I don’t know where to turn,
Which direction to go down, which path to spurn.
I’m in a downward spiral, a maze of my own making,
Trapped by fear, though a route’s there for the taking.
Directionless, aimless, I plod along with no end in sight,
With no straight tunnel nor aspiring white light.
I dream of having a dream, a clear-cut trail
A way out, an exit where I succeed not fail.
Like a river, life meanders past
As I sit lonesome on the bankside, my mentality in cast.
New beginnings grow all around,
as wilted, jilted, envy and spite me surround.
I watch on as if behind one-way glass,
Pained at the sight of happiness frolic on the grass.
Misery envelops me into a solitary cocoon,
Bursting under a pressure like a weathered balloon.
The joies de vivre pass me by,
As just the shadows stop to comfort as I cry.
My mother, my giver of life,
who toiled alone through every strife,
to keep me clothed, warm and fed,
and safe and sound up in my bed.
Like a flower, she has nurtured and helped me grow,
With every compliment and gesture she did sow.
I now stand tall through every wind and drought,
because she always ensured I never went without.
The connection dies, the dialling tone sounds off,
As you switch your attention and feign a sick cough.
‘I better go now, your dad needs help,
There’s someone at the door, can’t you hear the dog yelp?’
But before I utter a despondent ‘okay’,
The light turns off and the screen turns grey.
I’m back here alone, with no welcome voice to hear,
Back to my world, plagued with self-doubt and fear.
A nation cries and publicly mourns,
As evil prevails and terror spawns.
Driven through hate to the senseless slaughter
Of a husband, a son and a beloved daughter.
But in vain these wicked traitors fight,
as united, together like a kite
we will rise above their evil acts,
with faith and strength firmly in tact.
Their weapons are feeble, their aims untenable,
Their bid to overpower can never knock or unstable.
This House is built on foundations of love, United in grief for a dutiful Guv.
It works like clockwork, the only constant in my life,
That pierces my hopes like a blade of the knife.
Rejection comes of both the body and mind,
As nature dictates my nose back on the grind.
I sit in despair, an empty embrace,
The sting of disappointment runs down my wet face.
But I’ll plaster on a smile, wipe envy from my eyes,
As I nod politely while my soul inside cries.