Carry Me On Poem by Drich The Poet

What have I done?
She demands me.
I said I don't know
I propelled the truth,
It's not you it's me
It's what have I done

It's no use
It's just a dictator
And I don't want to abuse
I've to control the stimulator

I'm a goof
Hang me on the roof
The sun, my nemesis.
Oh no! My comforter
The locals robbed me
The servants tricked me
Now I've lost me

You say sorry?
That's for a dead man
The dead can't move an arm
Pity on my heart
Lost in desert

You stare and punish me
Sent from thee
Take me to the ocean
Where the sharks and dolphin kiss
Let me rest in realms of animals
To escape my torture of mine.
Peace!

You say ok throughout
Like a season called drought
You made me scout
In search of water
To you, it doesn't matter
For you will come back after
When I'm on the rafter

No, I'm not welcome
The french l'homme
Is superior to fools
Who died on pools
Of the creatures, they call lover
The earth doesn't bother
It's counting another
365 days to get older

You see me die
You say ok and sigh
Quench my desire
Clean my attire
Treat me like a king
Let me give thee my ring
You shall be my queen
They say it's a win.


~From my collection Black Sheep, Stranded~