Reflection
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. New Poem: Love by Anthony Agbo Poem by Anthony Agbo: A Tale of Two Different Cities
Fevers of the Mind 
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