THE SOLILOQUY OF THE DEJECTED
I have seen and kissed the feet of pain
Disguissed in the sheep-like wolf cloth of love,
They who my-loved were,
Now from them hatred I gain.
To whom my agonies do I complain of?
Should I reason with the cloud-like locusts
Travelling out my lips?
No! I’d better wine with my ancestors-
The pure water which washes eyes to clearness.
They that make walks in thin air
And problems shoot away.
But what if my head marries the earth?
And in my eyes “E” change to “F”?
Will the hands of my mind catch a solution?
Or wed the ever mental pollution?
I called them friends-
Whom my good never pleased.
My heart burnt daily by them…
My problems, a solution;
Their problems eased.
Why aren’t they my enemies or friends but frenemies?