Nightmare Poems 7 Confusion

The crave for Insight is blind
A soul rind’s
The search endless
The thesis of life ageless

But the Timeless beckons
To grant wisdom extravagant
A flowing stream sure
A path full and more
Journey with light
A passing into life

The Been; cautiously irrelevant.
The Being; joyously buoyant.
The Was; forgetful
The Is; delightful

Yet a tortured Soul I see
Drowning in the unseen Sea
Entangled with flesh
Foul spirits holds strong and fresh

“O’ wretched man that I am!, who shall deliver me from the body of this death”

Uzor Azubuike Frank

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