Ramblings Of A Desperate Lunatic Poem by Alexander Onoja

I would have loved to tell you,
Of the hard-won wisdom I've earned.
I've lived, laughed, loved, lost,
But of all L's I've learned.

But my mind's on life support right now,
And I know where that road leads.
The heart's a fragile thing,
Especially one that bleeds.

It's cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty,
To bring bouquet of flowers to my tomb.
When all I needed was a strand of roses,
When I lay sick in my room.

It gives me joy to see you weep,
I love the vigils you keep.
I love the darkness that covers you,
I love the fact that you can't sleep.

Now I see 6 persons carrying my corpse on their shoulders,
When all I wanted was 1 or 2 responsible shoulders to lean on,
And an encouraging echo of hold-on.
So where were you all when I needed you?

I don't have feelings you can hurt anymore,
The truth is I'm not nice, try as I might,
But I'll never do that to my friends.
Do not smile at the rising sun,
For all it gives by day, I'll steal by night