Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Rookie (25-11-1987 / RWANDA, GISENYI)

Regrets - Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

What life is this?
On which planet do I live?
This mind seemed not working any longer
This clock stopped ticking a long while back
This life is phony; this place appeared to be dead.
Why can’t I keep up?
Why can’t I back down to the creation?
My feet are off the ground; my trust is on the hook
It seems to be hopeless to rewind
I hate this feeling. I have a this moment
This hatred I have is making me sink
I can’t even float on the rock
The agony of this world crucified me for nothing
I was murdered by my own
My life runs away from me
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to conceal.
What happened to my final day? My doom’s day stacked?
I pray that day to come; take me to the paradise
Maybe there is a place.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010



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