I sometimes feel cocooned in belonging to nobody: A poem 

I sometimes feel very agitated 

by the moon following me everywhere  

all through the night; like a ghost that walks 

and haunts to persevere impolitely  

in seeking my acceptance. But I have no love 

for the weirdness of its light. 

I am too rife with intention and intuition 

to feel the need to entertain Psyche 

There is also no inclination to befriend 

someone that seeks opportunity 

with no apparent loyalty to me. 

I’d rather think it should stick its neck 

into the waters that it seeks to control 

I am just a poor boy feeling like I lost my love 

who thinks that, ultimately, nothing ever matters 

but to cherish the idea of that love in my soul 

Yes, I have paid a huge price for it 

nothing could obtain it despite the price 

I didn’t even fulfill my term in my Mother’s womb 

I am unwilling, though, compelled to have her fragile to conspiracy 

I had no liaison with romance, and my true love 

is only evident in her eternal separation from me 

My Dad (and son) is at risk of being permanently taken away from me 

Even my pets can be foraged, like short-lived valued gems vulnerable to be stolen 

Have I looked upon my sisters warily? 

So, I can only have an affair with solitude 

Even, my poetry is like a sacrifice to oblivion 

You’d think I desire someone to lean on 

when even that can be estranged by someone’s treachery 

So, I feel cocooned in belonging to nobody 

I have been gracefully listening to the relentless sounds of frustration 

Because I lived purposefully for duty 

never fearing the suspicion that it could be bound  

to fatality and futility.  

And I have often asked myself  

how a present leader of an adopted nation 

was sworn to so much illegitimate selfish conscienceless opportunistic treachery against me!   

And does he even have an iota of shame to bother to resign!