Frustration Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

Sometimes the present is fed up with all
Like today in want of useful channels
To productive creativity.

Unspared past with unappealing experiences
Like yesterday found wanting of living fruits
For the spirit and fresh.

Thought of the future is barren and cheerless
Like tomorrow dancing and whirling weightlessly home
In wind to roost


And bemused after fruitless efforts like often
Resigned unwillingly to uncertain fate
A dawn in the cyclone's core

(Monday 19th February,2001,3.29pm