The Arggggggghhhhhh noise!
Ringing in his head!, The angry sound forcefully wanting to be expressed,
To be set free, angrier at him for refusing,
It punishes him, mounting pressure upon his mind, his chest,
Making him fidget, looking annoyingly disturbed.
Making him doubt himself, if truly, he has lost control over his emotions,
Not wanting to admit the truth because he knows not what is true,
Too cowardly for that kind of confrontation,
Taking the easy way out, he cries,
Silently of course and in the dark,
That way no one will know
He won't give it the satisfaction of raging out loud like a crazed boy.
If that be the case, then why is he still the way he was?
Why does he feel heavy and empty at the same time?
Why are his eyes open yet he choose not to see?
His belly burns but he refuses to eat, why?
Ain't his answer right?
Or like maths does he need to show his workings,
To take, step by step each frustrating layer that burdens him?
If that be the case, then, he rests his case.
He knows what HE is thinking,
Kicking himself, mentally calling him a coward,
No worries he has done that already,
A million times before and will do it a million time again.
At least till he is ready and fit,
Enough to look deep into his abyss and come out victorious
Till then he will cry when he hears it ring ..
If indeed he has lost control or will lose control,
Then he will rage and rage on but until then,
His plastic smile looks pretty on him and convincing to others,
So for now let him leave the hard work for the future.
Seyi Awonaike.
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