Poetry: “Reflection” by Anthony Agbo

unsplash image from Tony Detroit


These days, when i stare at the mirror, all I see;
 is a boy squirming with a bag filled with insecurities. 
A bag too heavy for him to carry. A boy tired of his ineptitude to handle life. 
A boy who's head is filled with intrusive thoughts.
 A boy who feels he knows pain, and is glued to her just like a hunch is to the back of -a man. 

I stared at his face closely and saw that
there's this grief that wreathes around his heart; killing him at a reasonable pace
Just like the butcher who drains the blood of a cow after slitting its throat,
that's how pain and grief has drained him of all the joy he had inside.
Now where was once a room filled with laughter and cheers,
stands loneliness and anxiety.

This boy seeks answers to all his misfortunes
but if we have the answer to everything,
there would be no more 'IFs'
And no more zeal to continue living.
I guess life itself is senseless
hence all these futile ugly efforts we make,
Makes it beautiful. 

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1


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