Part 2 of An Eiry Journey: A poem (7/5/2010)

“You don’t know what I found in me,

and I don’t know no boundaries…”

 

Went out solo to the pubs, and loneliness made way for thought:

 

Lost n lonely

What again am i

Lookin for? Some

Say my soul- old

Wise man say the

Origin,

As a poet- am I

Simply here to observe

And report?

Whats the purpose-

Still I ask-

As the question has

Been asked by so many

Beggars before-

My suffering is

Eternal, I mean

Internal, inside

Of me is infernal,

Might this burn

Forever?

Hell no I hope not.

Why am I searching

The world over

For myself?

 

I am here yet

I am not

My thoughts rot

From inside out

I shout with a

Soft voice

As a boy on a

Lost course

Alone to my wandering

A planet without

Life I am empty

And I wish, I pray,

For a belief to

Fill me, yet none

Pass the wrath

Of my thoughts

They clot the way

Quicker than cops

At a roadblock

Yet there is no stop

To whatever is eating me alive

Instead I am dead

Inside my head

And ready to be damned

Yet I already am

For I fell while

searching for the

trail, traversing through

the maze of all those

social ills, with the

patience of the monk

who wrote with quills,

but once the

paper is soaked it

seals the pain that

I have wrought

Foreverly evaded by

The peace that I have sought-