World Weary
In the gloomy world of loneliness
My mind roamed like untended sheep
It must have taken a flight to Alaska
who cares where it goes anyway?
Life has given me a sour taste
It has adorned my soul with thorns
Making me a shadow of my former self
Amongst the boisterous crowd
I fell no better than a pariah
After a decade, I still long for the staff of life
The sun has refused to beam its light
I’ve resigned my fate to providence
Who has long chosen to forget that
I deserve comfort like my affluent compatriots
Copyright © Cynthia Agba | Year Posted 2007
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