Lost Poem by Uche Nwanze

As I lay in bed travelling on this odyssey of life, I scavenge the answers buried beneath the rubbles
My mind hungry and angry for solution
The thirst of my curiosity refused to be quenched
A burning fire in me remain unabated
As I pilgrim this Golgotha of life I ruminate on the foliage of what I have done and what I haven't done
There is an eternal battle between my flesh and spirit
The rivalry with my body and soul
Who will triumph, will I be emancipated
Animosity is birthed from the adversity of a forlorn generation
As I voyage this emmaus of life, I marvel at the folly of our toil when it is all boil and foil
As I navigate this cul-de-sac of life I ponder and wonder how we bask in amnesia of our vanity
Life is fickle like the weather, I am still searching, in the woods only shadows and silhouettes of ghost before my aging eyes
I am never going to stop searching
I will keep searching till I find the answers I seek.