Chronicles Of A Lost Man

A Poem by Chinedu Ubah

I am lost
I now see that fame has its cost
The loneliness here is unbearable
To the fans, its all desirable
I once saw it from their perspective
Now my myopia is cured
That idea is relative
For I can trade this fame for any disease, no matter how odd
My old man must be proud of this monster of his creation
For It has no true friends,love or any sort of true affection
The girls, money, fame, all these I got
What use is it if my mother calls me not
But whenever am in front of the maddening crowd
I realise hw I have made Dad proud
Still the amount of crowd cannot fill the emptyness I feel
I have lost it all, and I guess now my fate is sealed
But still I have made dad proud