Treasure Island

John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)

Here I am

Here I’m, washed in pains
I uttered, no one listened
My Heart is consumed,
agitated by broken love.

Here I’m, weak and Tired
I hoped, I’ve not received
My eyes beheld, yet burned
By fierceness of broken love

Here I’m, heart broken
I wished, realized nothing
My Ears hear of love, scream,
In pains, encircle in its debris.

Here I’m, but became weary
I bid, love taste no good
Screaming, wailing about.
disquieting soul, I’ve become.

Here I’m, dreadful of love
If I try out words upon my heart
will my heart become happier?
My heart lives in desolate places.

17/11/2007 John G. Nelson

Submitted: Wednesday, January 30, 2008

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