Interred A Pessimist Freed An Optimist Poem by Ndeipanda Aindongo

A pessimist mayest life describe
as a continuance of prisons;
its many troubles and woes ascribe,
Without much proof or reason,
To how disorderly a state the world exists in.
Therefore forming from the void around their subconscious
a place where their ignorance persists in.

Whereat I stand on this
Is that these notions,
for a time where my abyss
wherein i was in search of comfort and relief.
Comfort as i found was not so comfortable
When faced with the reality of choice
For the more choices I had
The more I was bound to one,
One that my body revered above the light of the Son.

the seeming culmination of my imagination
birthed by extended euphoria without real satisfaction,
Spiritual death hovering above me like the hangman's noose
and Spittoons,
filled with the results of my disgust.
disgust at my own actions,
the rigorous shaft cranking
the lack of God thanking
lustful stares i dished out daily,
the boyish frenzy that imprisoned me,
even as i walked the corridors of manhood.
these things, they had me
interred in a prison of virtual walls
x, x, x and the fourth wall was my lust,
For I was keeping myself there knowingly.

There are many an accord we do not understand
but we seal them anyway,
there are many a consequence we do not foresee
but that is no cause to cease being an optimist.