SILENCE WITHOUT; TURMOIL WITHIN
The rage of the many failed promises
Expectations gone awry
Stillborn dreams battered and trampled
Fires within consumed with the thought
‘I can be more’ ‘I am more’
Endless waits for new springs, new dawns
Hopings, longings, thirstings, needings
Hearts parched for lack of passion
No streams, no rivers, no seas, no lakes
No satiation for my empty soul
Endless numbing days of familiar toil
The same empty tasks again and again
Till weary, torn, bedraggled forlorn
Despaired of hope awaiting the end
Emptiness within hopelessness without
But of trouble there is no end
Man is born for trouble
Hounding him with despair and struggle
Till the empty shell is lowered to the grave
And the permanent silence remains
By Faminu Imabong
This is a very compelling depiction of the title, ‘Tortured Soul,’ painting the darkness of silence and hopelessness with intense, sharp verses of despair. Its tone is ominous and speaks with the voice of one who always seems to miss the target or either drop the ball, ultimately discouraging them from continuing on in a seemingly endless and torturous cycle, to no avail. Very good psychological read!