Storm's Coming Poem by King Njoroge

Storm's Coming

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In my head again
Like it was not enough
Enough the last time
I don't know, maybe
Just maybe if I do this
If I do it for the last time
Maybe I'll be at peace at last
I've said that before
Yeah, that statement ever so familiar
Am I an addict?
Can't I live without this?
Can't I go a day without,
Without this guilt weighing so heavy
Heavy on my green heart
Is this just another cycle?
Can't remember where I'm from
Can't see where this is going
Can I finally admit that I need help?
Can I call for rescue?
Will anybody hear?
Will anyone come?
Why should they?
I've drawn all the strings
I can't pull on another
Doom is inevitable
There is no way out this time
No way out for this boy
This young naive full-of-life boy
We all have a last day
And if this was mine what would it mean?
What would I say with my last breath?
Would I be sorry?
I should be, but I'm not
I didn't mean for it to go this far
Was it my fault that no one listened?
I told them, told them everyday
They wouldn't believe me
They couldn't take the truth
And so I left them to their own devices
If I had a voice this is what I would say
It's time...

Monday, October 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,journey,life and death,regret
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King Njoroge

King Njoroge

Kakamega, Kenya
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