Wesongah David

Rookie (5th september 1985 / Kenya)

Victim Of My Own Wanting - Poem by Wesongah David

Didn't you see me standing there while you cried?
And passed me the red flower from you tiny fingers?

And were you not around when I drew first blood?
And you cheered wildly when I yelled victory?

Fallacy-how long will you stare?
Keep piercing my conscience with your hideous eyes?

Tiny blue soft eyes,
that calleth my torments to totality.

Die Villain! die!
Close those starry eyes.

Ah! ! ! shriek! Victim of my own lust.
Victim of my own wanting.

Comments about Victim Of My Own Wanting by Wesongah David

  • (11/3/2007 4:55:00 PM)

    Delicatism poured over 'spunky activism'.. this recipe belongs in my kitchen... (and not on the shelf) ... keep pouring them One Peace at a Time (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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