The Mist In His Eyes Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

broken hearted lad, in search of a path to tread on,
as life left him discarded,
seeing the unregarded.
his veins compressed with cold blood,
tears that trickle down his face, undrying,
gothic minded, he embarks to think of take the life of a butterfly in the palms of his, squashing the dreams that were about to spring their petals out of a bud and glisten,
forlon and fiddly, complex minded he lives,
in his eyes conundrums dawns,
the mist in his eyes averts him to see the path, the way he should be leading is on pause of some unknown causes of his neglection from his past,
questions hollow in his brain both in his cerebral hemispheres, in tears he ask himsself:
why mother gave birth to him, whereas she would never enjoy seeing him grow or smile at him as he grows to a man, why didnt she help him sing his life like her favorite hymn, that she alaways smiles as she sings?
these unrepliable questions cause him stings, pains and inflicts his heart,
as he try not to ruminate again a thought of another pain of why did father do same,
wasn't he glad that from that from the mother's womb and his waist a son he became,
he sits in agony and poigance as reality hits hard on his pensive cognitions that he will never know how it feels to be told, that one day he will lead a life of a king,

tears in his eyes flow though his face is not a stream, he feels the steam as they smoulder his skin,
he feels that these tears are an inscription, an epitath of the life he lives yet not leads,
he knows not what god's man look like,
prayer it is but peculiar to his mind, the word god its a nail to his tongue,
everything its a mist in his eyes,