JOEL VICTOR KIMUTAI Poems

I cannot take it anymore, everyday I grunt in pain despite the record I hold in the amount of medicine I have guzzled. In the name of looking for cure, but I pity my body. Always pulling through and yet I am so blind to notice this.
Am I even sick? And if am I sick what am I suffering from? Is there an eye-opener in this kind of mess because I yearn for one? I am past yearning as I grave for that eye-opener.
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Seated at the top floor of our flat, the same feeling I had felt the previous day gave me a visit again,
This feeling arose inside me with so much power,
I craved for so many things with this feeling, watching myself in the elite league,
I was worshiped by many a figure to be reckoned,
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Smooth like a river my thoughts drift into worlds known to no man...
The surge of the river force draws a vivid image of a struggling toddler...
A toddler so determined to take that first step to the cheers and encouragement of parents....
A step that marks a journey into the hidden mystery of this life....
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i miss the warmth of my mothers embrace
i miss the scolding i had gotten used to from my dad
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As the spider spins its web on any particular surface,
It does it perfectly and we are left marveling at the art of such animal,
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wanna know the sweetness of poems?
read the poem feeling the persona in heart i.e the voice of the poem

wath might have led the poet into thinking so to write a poem should be a curiosity to be satisfied by the article
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I cannot believe I am sailing in this mess after the many talks we have held. It sure sucks when you get to the point your heart cries foul as the acts you make it go through are really inhumane.
If there is anyone I am really sorry for, is ME. I pity myself to the point that I cannot take a mirror and look back at myself. The warmth and comfort I once felt for my serenity is drifting away into torment.
Got a loving, caring, passionate, understanding, sweet, friendly and welcoming family but I am blowing that all away for mere happiness. Am I really ready to face them with guilt printed on my forehead?
I am pushing away the most important persons in my life. People who have made a mark in this miserable life of mine, I tend to ignore. Is it worth it for them shading tears for me? Am I even me?
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