![]() LostA Poem by Kupendwa![]() The first poem I ever wrote intentionally. 5/7/2012.![]() I hide the brokenness Inside of me, I bury it so deeply, That even I start to believe. I start to believe That nothing really is wrong, That everything really is okay. But then it comes out of me, So secretly it escapes. And the world falls apart. It all begins to burn, All that I loved so dearly, It starts to leave. It’s all gone, Even my memory. I feel so lost, alone, and afraid. I am the only one on this earth. Everyone, everything else melts away. The sun itself begins to fade. And then it’s gone. It’s gone, All of it. It’s all gone. The sun has disappeared, I am left alone in this place. I am lost in utter darkness. There is no light to be seen, Only helplessness remains. I am all that’s left in this pain, Then a voice comes from the darkness. It tells me what I am to do. I must find love and hope. I must find the truth. I must find a needle, In the haystack of this world. Is it at the bottom, Of the deepest sea, The fields of green, Or the highest mountaintop? How am I to know!? It’s all darkness, I can’t see. I can’t go on, One more step. I can’t go on, One more day. I need help, Oh, I am so afraid. I cannot move anymore. I am trapped, Inside my own skin. I have fallen, Into a pit of darkness. I am overwhelmed with pain. If I am to be overwhelmed, Can’t it be with something real? Please overwhelm me…. My last cry for mercy, I need a hand to hold, I need someone stronger than me. I don’t care, I just need somebody. I need somebody, To walk me through this, And tell me it’ll be okay Because without that, I can’t go on one more day. I will die before the morning. I will taste death before dawn. I can’t live to see the sun. I know they say, Comfort comes in the morning, But if you are almighty, Please bring it in the night. Because I need it now! Abba, I just want to see your face. I want to feel your embrace. I want to walk with you. I want to talk with you. I don’t want to pray To the clouds, I need to know There is someone beyond them. I don’t want to sing to a wall. Or just read some book. I want to sing to your face. And speak to the man From behind the pages. Is this all a fairytale? Or are you really there? Is it so wrong, That I want to know you are there? Wrap your arms around me, And squeeze me tightly. Squeeze me so tight, That I can barely breathe. I need to know, That you love me, And that you care. God, I just need to know you’re there. © 2013 KupendwaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on January 20, 2013 Last Updated on July 21, 2013 Author![]() KupendwaA small town, CAAboutI'm just a boy longing to see a better world. Check out my youtube. I post my spoken word on it. www.youtube.com/MatthewSimbaWalker more..Writing
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