Who Am I? (Part I) Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Guide me to the brightness I am nowhere to be found
I used to be acquainted with reality but it's all gone
Constantly craving to knowing myself but all in vain
It's like someone wiped away all my life and knowledge
The way toward true is no longer on my spectacle lead

An image that doesn't make sense
History that has been a myth to my senses
Roads taken but doors kept me from seeing on the outside
My continuation feels like a tunnel without an end
What would I do to have it all clarified?

I took many paths but they all lead me to a dead end
I dreamed big but I didn't wake up to follow it
Somehow I don't even make sense to my own self
How am I going to be the person I've always wanted?
If I am afraid of what I with my self intuition?

Why there are signs that I can't read?
Brighter lights that I can't glimpse on
I feel like I am sightless from everything that I used to know
It feels like my knees are weak to take this climb
And it hurts deep down in my soul not to see the top

The more I run to the light the faster the darkness catches up
Not even the flame of a burning candle in my brain?
Not even the sparkle from old luminosity sake?
What a greatly dreadful magnetic pull toward the end
Where is the wisdom that I always smelled from the bouquet?

The Wiseman was guided by only a star in the skies
Abraham believed in what he never saw
But how they did that without glimpsing on the future?
What was their secret to do so?
I wish I would know, maybe it would help me through my myth road

Salvation depends only on that leap of faith
But should I have faith if I don't believe in it?
Why wouldn't I believe in it with such examples?
Am I giving up so easily like I never wanted to its light?
Or I am not strong enough to face the real me?

I used to think I am a strong fighter
But these feelings prove the contrary of my words
Since when did I become a coward behind the cannon?
Wasn't what I used to call all the dark horse riders?
Now what's the difference between both lines if you can read between?

My soul is going through its darkest phase
Of not picking out the sense of what my heart is craving for
But do I linger in the darkness?
Or I stand and fight until I break out?
It hasn't always been this way, that's why there is hope