Where's my soul?
Come, show me myself.
But just as I looked into my own reflection,
Behold, it was another person staring back at me; my identity is gone.
Not knowing my own self but in a shadow, in a maze,
I've drifted to where the wind blew.
Dissembled by the little white lies of the Harbinger,
Who brought news of a place with deep affection,
A glorious lagoon; filled with lust and despair.
Pleasures that last only momentarily and then back again in anguish,
Found in a place of remorse; in a cave of woes.
Fill me with wine and keep my heart filled with the lies of my youth,
Tickle my ears with soft soapy words,
Words that will nourish my ego and stretch my wings far from reason.
But like a vanished light, my soul has departed from me,
And as I searched for it, I find only a silhouette staring back at me.
Like a fading rainbow, it is no where to be found.
No where back to myself, but just a shell of a man.
Like a tenant who has long abandoned his house.
For I have threaded anomalously far away from myself,
And has forgotten who I used to be.
Copyright © Stephen Ibeh | Year Posted 2017