Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

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

Why - Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

I was trying to sing, staring in the sky
Counting stars, wishing for the sun
I whispered some words, singing some songs
Not making a sound, I was keeping it low
I didn’t want to wake up sleeping angels.

My thoughts fell deep, deep down I couldn’t see
Thinking about the time we used to have
Things we used to shared and all the moments we had
I flashed back my memories, mainly our memories,
Life wasn’t fair.

I keep wondering why? Why that was the moment
Moment that made things harder
Chosen time to twist my heart and stub it
Time to kill not to heal
Time to ruin not to revamp

Bits and pieces come and go constantly, and that’s all easy to forget
Maybe it is easy to mislay all of them
But it wasn’t any easy to lose you, and
It takes more than death to dropp the one you care about
Greatly harder to lose yourself

What would you do if you could do something?
How many can you pull if you can drag out some?
When would you heal if you are the cure?
Choice is a good opportunity, but
Choosing demand more than pointing or nodding

Soreness. Soreness is not what we feel
Not even what we see, but the grief that comes after.
Is any good of the earth if there is no joy in it?
Death is just only a shortcut to the end
Life is a beautiful liar.

Remembering, it doesn’t make the pain go away
It strengths it everyday
But I am glad I felt that pain.
If I regret my existence and wish for the disappearance of this twinge
It will be like denying your presence, saying it meant nothing
But every time I close my eyes and flash forward the future
All I see is “WHY? “


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 4, 2010



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