By Henry Akuete
Obscure is the sight ahead
perturbationand opacity lies before
wthin the haze a black hole
my future is undefined
drawn within by curiousity
my palm is a barren land
nothing to read i see
what rises in the horizon?
my mental is hugged by confusion
knowledge hides around
anxiety is a hundred men
in the midst of the noise i stand
my becoming is a grail
i search in the dizziness
i spin around in blackness
my future is hidden from me
