Tomorrow Holds No Future

When I reach out to a tomorrow

That holds no future

With eyes that tell tales of sorrow,

My heart beats out mournful rhythms by nurture.

I am citizen of a hateful society,

It’s victim thro painful contrariety.

My spot in time

Is tainted by abominable burdens

Worth less than a dime.

My path to glory is stained by poverty’s sodden

Pain reigns with impunity

In this drama-induced insanity.

Distress pursues its call to the letter,

That makes a lot bitter than better.

But in a world constantly raped by hate

Regret is innate

My only alternative is giving up.

Question is will my flesh see God?

Cause it seems I inherited a curse for a destiny

(I am cursed).

You won’t think I’m mouthing vanities

If you were a dot in my spot.

Not if you were treated less than the dust

Stamped to the sole of your feet.

It’s the worst level of defeat.

Akpan