I Saw A Photograph Poem by Jolomi Amuka

I was left to my own device,
To discover and overcome my many vices,
To see the sun every morning with the tingle of a first kiss.
Standing naked on the mountain top,
With thirsty eyes, drinking nature's beauty.
Content with being still as the tsunami speedily approaches.
Near fatal exhaustion,
Motivated by selfish supposed selfless ambition.
What use is life,
If In fear, I wont dare get lost in her vast wilderness,
All in hope of finding self.
Wasted tears - track marks on worried cheeks,
Hung on a future as bright as stars shine in this city of forsaken angels.
Close your eyes, and you'l see that you've been here before.
My soul is weary,
Drowning in my own voice,
Waiting for the dam to collapse,
For tomorrow, the revolution shall begin.