WAS I?

Was I the image 

That meager mirrors mumbles?

"He looks so terrifying

like a weird ghost"

Was I the boy

that beacons for butterflies 

but finds himself yanked in yore

With no golden glimpse of light? 

Was I the student

Mr. Principal thought was prudent

One who believes in pedagogy

But now meaner on the street

With little or no concern?

Was I the lover

Who once makes the pledge 

"Till we escalate eternity's edge"

But now trapped on an island of loneliness 

Surrounded by waters of hatred?  

If yesterday was me,

Today could've been a cloud

But I'm now just a shadow

Forecasting the reality of —

What is wrong with life?

   —Wale Fidel~(HolyPoet)