I Am Sick Tired And I Am Tired Of Being Sick Poem by JOEL VICTOR KIMUTAI

I cannot take it anymore, everyday I grunt in pain despite the record I hold in the amount of medicine I have guzzled. In the name of looking for cure, but I pity my body. Always pulling through and yet I am so blind to notice this.
Am I even sick? And if am I sick what am I suffering from? Is there an eye-opener in this kind of mess because I yearn for one? I am past yearning as I grave for that eye-opener.
This I write in the memory of a friend. So strong was the dude that he faced life from 3D and never hesitated when an opportunity passed by him. Chances were grabbed and life smelt sweet having him
Death robbed me of a role model and all I see now days are mascots and hypocrites. They are not any inch closer to what he was, as they fake but his was a reality and
My clock ticks from far, so frail it is I cannot figure out the direction it emanates from. Word has it that I am to light another person's candle in the dark to help them out but mine is already running out yet have found no one.


Mesmerized am I with the way I am so comfortable lying in the dark. Is my soul lost not to be found or is it just misplaced? Do I have a partner in my ways or I am a celebrity in the making without a competitor?