I am filled with all manner of confusions,
My mind now the abode of illusions,
And I am the ambassador of dillusions.
I know not what my mission here is,
I feign a mind so calm but I am not at ease,
Could anyone their joy to me lease.
Wars are being fought in my head,
I know not where by this spirit I'm being led,
Constantly sorrow I am being fed,
And makes me wish I were dead.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015
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