Visual juggling

                                       By Atok Dan

I feel I’m lost, but could still hear voices

I could call but continue their direction,

Am visually lost

My voice falters in despair but it never bothers them

In between tall structures that resemble a forest

I found no way

I’m confused,

I’m visually lost

Never will I come back to the ghettoes of ghosts

In juggling options of getting out of a mental mess

I’m still visually impaired

I’m visually lost

Echoes from voices create chaos in my mind

I’m visually lost

My eyes dilate in fear of roaming the strange jungle

But still lost

My mind juggles options

It seems I’m on a fool's errand,

 fooled in the pool of foolish

As I stride, my mind echoes thunder in the forest

As I click foot,

The Rumble of leaves creates digestive churnings in my stomach

I’m lost and am a fool

Heavens roar with fire

I’m an errand on the run

Not a thief or an outcast but a dwarf in mind

Neither I nor you share the same