Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Biography of Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Keith Anastase KAMOSSO poet

I’m no messiah to anyone’s world. I’m nothing but bones and air in the bag that you call 'Fresh'; Combined both together it gave out this figure you see. I bleed red, cry tears, break like cracked cheese, I am nobody but just a man with a pen in hands, a paper and a mind to think. Poetry is a life, a friend and a lover. Updates

The Loss

It was a lot pain, to leave my first
A lot of chain, to find you girl
A lot of teardrops on the dining table of her dining room

A lot of broken hearts when I lived and she stayed,
You never want a brighter light or sunshine time
You hurt my love but you lose my wealthier

My pain’s back, my breath’s gone and you never hold it away for me