Diary Of A Troubled Soul Poem by Uche Nwanze

Veiled thoughts plaguing my soul, how can I can break free
Hollow promises made my sorrow follow me, I pray I see the morrow
Conceived and cocooned in secrecy, when will my freedom erupt
Yet I try to marry my thoughts hoping if I tarry my morning may come soon
Veiled intentions adorned in an apparel of an angel, is my fate late
I drown in my thoughts, drawn to Hades I drown in the murky waters of despair, will I get a straw to clutch on
I try to bury my mind in a stack of stories, hell yet to feel my fury
And there lies the jury of my fiery conscience taunting me in silent laughter, will I ever merry?