PENSIVE By Obi C. Henry

WHAT IS YOUR WHY?

Clung onto obsolete nothingness
The dark clouds are caving in
The moon has discarded my world
The sun has quit its job
The stars mumbles
All heavenly bodies in sync lament
Oh! Let Thy will be done.

Seeking an infinite being to clingy my soul on,
for sanity to be birthed.
Through infancy,
Developing thoughts and empirical facts
Seeking the need for re-socialization

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
My heart realizes my head is pounding
Hazardous thoughts
Mental processes clouded.
Encompassed with the night rays
Are there rays at night?
No. It’s a daytime darkness
Mumbling
Murmuring
Being mummified
The M’s make mockery mimicking me
It ain’t about the talk, luck or clock
There’s no change without work.

©Obi C. Henry

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