Numb.

I no longer fear death,
I am a living dead.
My heart beats pain and eagerness.
I lived so much in pain i don't know what happiness feels like.
Do we have to lose everything to have something?

I got my soul stuck in a tunnel
I never live to see light again
I no longer  shade tears,
I was left to grieve inside
What I fought for my whole life I lost all in seconds.

This anger was once love
Broken heart,the desire to live killed me.
I circulate in phases of emptiness 
I don't recall once I felt full.
The world made me a fool.

Maybe in my next life
I will rebuild
I will start from the bottom
I will heal my bleeding bruises
Death will be my vocation.

@prof George Daniel Meya 
@ danielaomulama@gmail.com

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