David Ration Lekoba

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Sorrowed - Poem by David Ration Lekoba

I am empty inside
My will to live is dim
My flesh has no power and
My spirit is crushed.
I hate everything
I hate everyone
I care-less what happens to anything
I’m a bomb wait to explode!
I feel in shackles and
Death drawing near my companion to become
Shoot me on the head and
Free my flesh and spirit
Pass me a rope and by it bury my miseries
I hate life!
Call it a gift, I call it crafty!
To hell, what the hell!

Comments about Sorrowed by David Ration Lekoba

  • Ramesh Rai (1/20/2012 5:27:00 AM)

    my frnd. life is the gift of god. go on composing poems.if possible read my poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 2, 2011

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