Fighting, The Fear Of Flight Poem by Emeka GOC

I speak for my friend
Who has lost all his friends.
They are not aware of his plights
His is fighting, his fear of flight
Still, they are his friends
This is the new trends of friends.


'I know I missed it sometimes
I cannot always recount all the lines
Recognising this, who I am now
Makes me feel uncomfortably sick.


Stereotyped by a doctors pen
Stamped schizophrenic, a personal disorder
They know nothing, rating from, one to ten,
Of the makes-up of disorders
They call schizophrenic.
Who among you has no disorder?


But I know my weakness
That could be my sweetness
I know my vulnerabilities
Still I have some real distinct abilities.


Letting people to me unverified
They do things that leave me unsatisfied

Then I kick them out violently
Cos, I have no room for Betrayals
I cannot come to present portrayals
Cos, they violated me silently.
Do I have to run inside me insolvently?


Now, I have found an sacred way
To escape their diabolic sneers
No isolation, no depression no anxeity
I have no plan to disappear
But to live, larger than life in my society.'