Confusion In the Dark
Sight disappears, irrelevant as dust
determination makes one crazy or brave
snatching the light anyhow, is a must
sensing danger even if it is a wave
compensates for survival which is just
but not independent from an unknown grave
restlessness available for a kind lust
as understanding extends its hands to save
view the chronicles of a struggling boy
thinking hammer is needed to break small nut
nothing then is as temporal as joy
each promise comes with a coma and a but
a sorry mind turned into a bad toy
strings of slavery only clarity can cut
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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