Seairra Kyger

Rookie (Febuary 18 1992)

Days? Years? Who Cares? ! - Poem by Seairra Kyger

Noise control
The sounds
They are deafening me

Riot control
These snipers
They are killing me

Smoke a bowl
Forget my past
Disappear
In the haze
From the green

The sun is shinning
Yet I am cold and black
The rain in pouring
On this
Cloudless night

Colorful paper
Eat it
Make the world change
make these memories
Go away

The walls spin
Cigarettes
Won’t help it
Hold still
So I’ll take this pill

Forget my name
You don’t need it
Forget my taste
For I
Already forgot yours

This state of mind
Tapped in
To my physic
A discovery
Of the real me
Of a monster

Am I
A caterpillar
In a cocoon
Will I be
A butterfly
Or in my tomb
I Just hope to be
Beautiful again

Noise control
Riot control
Lost identity


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I actually wrote this when i was trying to escape my depression by doing alot of illgal substances. Its about getting lost in them while trying to find myself. In the end there was a question of wheather it would kill me or make me a stronger person.

Comments about Days? Years? Who Cares? ! by Seairra Kyger

  • Lyn Paul (2/6/2016 6:57:00 PM)


    An excellent insight into a difficult time in your life. So glad it made you stronger.
    Thank you
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/6/2016 12:58:00 PM)


    Beautiful again with the muse of life! Knowing where to step your feet. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2016 7:33:00 AM)


    Seairra, it's been over five years since you posted anything, so you will probably never see these nice comments people are leaving. I hope your life is better now and you have moved on from the troubles you were having. Best of luck to you! (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (2/6/2016 7:08:00 AM)


    The world and losses weigh heaviest when we are young. We need not grow insensitive but we learn to cope and sometimes get better control of our small piece of the planet. (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2016 4:35:00 AM)


    Throwing away precious human life for any thing, even great depression, is not bravery. One must make conscious efforts to come out of that and every one around such a soul must help him/her in endeavors in that direction. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (2/6/2016 3:15:00 AM)


    Hope Seairra, you've come out of the phase you have described in the poem. With some effort, one can come out of depression; but drug addiction is much more serious and not so easy to get out of. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/6/2016 1:17:00 AM)


    beautiful, noise control.. (Report) Reply

  • Souren Mondal (2/6/2016 12:50:00 AM)


    'The walls spin
    Cigarettes
    Won’t help it
    Hold still
    So I’ll take this pill'

    I have been diagnosed with Major Depression and anxiety for the past half year or so, and like you had done many substances - some legal, a few maybe illegal.. This poem is a gem from that perspective. I can feel very well how it feels like. There are momentary reliefs througj addictive substances, but the moment their effect is over it is same bleak life again, only a little more worse than before.. At times death feels like the only options.. It is thay hard to keep yourself together.. A brilliant poem Seairra..

    P: S: From your profile, it seems you had not been active now for some times.. If you ever come back, I want to thank you for writing about this and fighting this.. You are brave soul dear.. Take care. Blessings, best wishes, and a warm hug :)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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