in the contestA Poem by Ras Kiboa humble honest submission
you don't want to know the real me
as it would be rather dark honestly saying that i care as i walk away and stare passing by the true life's mission knowing i am afraid of what i'm missin' yet i sleep at night with divine dreams and question not what really seems silly though i justify my inaction trying not to claim satisfaction with letting all be in fate's hands not making any selfish demands feeling, somewhat, like i missed the point crying inside as i lie and anoint some other king in a land faraway to whom i bend over, worship and pray leaving me alone here in torment simple words symbolize my lament of my heart or my head with a teary eye spilling my life as i slowly die.
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