Strange Alleys Of The Mind Poem by Adookorn Auaduma

on groping alley fenced
with fortified wall of emotion:
dolour, anguish plod all day

brandish swords of anxiety,
cast arrow of fear

brings you to the
threshold of frustration

life strays,
tangled in web of castration

'let me give up on life;
it's a spin, change of seasons'

do not satisfy longing, they die;
born recurrent to entice craving

helpless, dependent upon nature
we crave, hustle

or life goes on without a giver -
his act and substance

this patchy spin of life
humbles the living,

marks the limit of earthly
man, his life!