kawambee thomas


Me - Poem by kawambee thomas

My soul cry’s out to resolve this anger
Never understanding why death carried a bigger burden than life
The whole depression of living leaves life useless
Making the virtue of death in reasonable means
Life itself creates death in a mind state of illusion
Illusion creates the image that makes it possible to foresee
Everybody’s self-prophecy comes and goes some greater others less who believes
Were just left to determine our own destiny
Shadowing the model image of society ruins us all as people
But I’m still confused with me

Growing up seeing the tough pains and short spurts of affection
Reaching out for help only being rejected
Grabbing hold of what I thought was right and no other means of love
Crying myself to sleep while in reality I needed a hug
My heart flutters slowly to the point of explosion
My mind is weaken to the brink of never returning
But once again it’s me with the this imagination and I’m not seeing the bigger picture
But whose self-portrait was it not mines
But I’m still confused with me

Loving me was never an option of mines
I rather grit and grind hiding from my own emotions
Accepting death better knowing I never loved a soul
Pushing everyone away keeping my heart cold
The warmth of another soul only disgusted me more
Because I couldn’t carry the same compassion for me like others did
Why cry when you’re still living I was told
When live when you can’t stop crying I responded
Life is better off without me with no guidance
Call me selfish if you want
But my seed was never properly planted leaving me messed up hoping tomorrow I vanish
But I’m confused with me

Now I awaken myself from yesterday never looking at today the same
Asking GOD to fix what I can’t within myself
Praying souly on the moments I can’t stand up
And ask is this my blueprint that I envision or is it me.


Comments about Me by kawambee thomas

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


[Report Error]