DISTURBED

Nested in mine heart with eggs of discourse lain

A hold of me person evil has taken reign

Without a place to run I have been left in pain

With destiny having it that I am built to entertain

But of what importance is it when there is nothing to gain?

Yet all my energy to this has been a drain

With abated breath waiting for the time blessings will rain

Until then patience and calm I have to maintain

Though it seems impossible like braiding a lion’s mane

In the almighty my fate is already sealed just yet to ascertain

Whence my fortune arrives I know not

Whereof my destiny he already cast lot

In vain it is at this moment to gloat

For wincing is for the gulled and I am not

However, I feel myself having a diseased wit

Wishful thinking stuck within me like a heavy clot

Sailing to the abyss am bound to this sinking boat

A doomed end to this story I know not its plot

Precariously pointed towards my end am held by a fear so great

But in all adversity my doomed life I choose to pilot

Answering curious questions has become my task

Emptying my mind, I have of all the things one could ask

Getting answers, I haven’t but in my ignorance, I busk

Knowing that a lightless night is preceded by a beautiful dusk

The response to my mind’s questions seems to be nothing worth of a risk

For it beckons that am guilty of my fouls whenever I remove the mask

But the truth from the depths and heights of my soul I will frisk

And bring back my former self, whom in all troubles I would always appear brisk

The seed has been buried for too long, it is time to crack open the husk

And flour from it into smooth dough am going to whisk