Trappy Maze Poem by Rohan Rinaldo Felix

The milk steaming in the cup is no sign that one would accept
As pointing to a world of hurt and confusion
Degenerating a young lad's mind and heart
And pushing him, certainly against his will
Into the great abyss.

'It is not hell', some would say, and so would the personal you
Man has eternally doomed himself by the censure of obvious reality.
It pains me to the lowly heights, that such a legacy it is
That I have to accept, and move on.
Before long, I will be gone, but for the wounded psyche
That is a distance too far.

My dear friend, I thought you would understand
I even believed deep within me, that you would be my redemption and salvation.
I know I'm a fool because, even as I speak
I can see you laughing your guts out at me
Totally oblivious of the cosmic order
And God's reality, and man's depravity.

I am a mad person, and I realize it full well
All the sensible and rationalistic people
And even some spiritualistic ones, I know
will always be there for their near and dear ones
But who's there for me? Don't say 'God' or 'your family'.
Please don't discourse me and add to the confusion that is born of disillusion, and to the overwhelming grief!

I don't expect you to love me
I know that it is an unreasonable expectation
All I ask of you is this- 'Please, please cry for me someday, when you think of the life that didn't live'
Else, pass this sullen piece on to your neighbour. Let him,
Weep for me, for I know,
This life is a graveyard abounding in tears waiting to stream down cheeks.