My Pain Poem by Chris Kafunda

You all dont know that I been walking on burning coal. Everyday pretending that I walk on marble floor. You dont know, I had to fit through a thin hole in life, doors in my life were not opened as wide as the Hilton lobby door. Life gave me few choices, therefore, I added a little more to my plate by planting more. This is not a tv show, I cant fake this, but the kadarshians can tell you more. It felt like everyday I wake, took away another life in me, Life did not leave me craving for more. Another day, meant another pain.
Another girl, meant another heartburn.
But as of now onto God, I lay my soul, for the taking, for my greatness sake.