Wilderness in the darkness Taught me how to be brutal Snatched away all my sympathy and sewed in me seeds of apathy. It held me tight in bondage And turned me into a slave of vanity, lust, rape and murder Wandering in the streets No bulb or candle can illuminate my inner personality It seems the reality is the past And the past is the reality to me. I argue my conscious with anger whenever I’m told to change and stop being a loser And I allow the devilish whispering voices with a ghost smile between my teeth to blur my focus But being young is an opportunity It does not last forever, So I shouldn’t act stupidly because I at least know that The end of suffering does not judge suffering so there will be no end to suffering. BY OBED SHYAKA
