My Life Is A Cold War Poem by Anugo J. Edoka

I have carried this lump of expectations
From inclination and birth
In accordance of lineage
Since bats knew not where they belong
My eyes have gazed for so long;
At those biggest pictures
Rumours has it that am lost
But in the race to redeem one's self
I found my self missing
I grew into my elements
And forgot who they think I ever was
I have found no beauty in reality
Nor succour in fantasy
This now is the life from which I strive
My ears are deaf even to me
And my legs numb to go back
Let the air disperse my name like a disease
Through the narrow spheres of life
Before these sands integrate my dust
Let the people of my Father's village;
Remember me not as my Father's son
But as a boy who came, who tried;
And if I died smiling, a man who lived
But that's by the way
Allow me live enough to think of dying
For I live in Einstein's solitude
Teaching my self lessons life hides from me
If I pass across as eccentric
I am stuck somewhere in between personalities
From where my true self surfaces often;
And crawls back into stark oblivion
My story is a journey
That's how I knew my journey would be a story
Whichever way you saw it
The wrong person must have told it
For they will never tell you their own vices;
In the hating, in the loathing and segregation

ANUGO J. EDOKA.©️