Truth be Told...... (My Killua)
He climbed, He sat, He thought, He said:
"From complicated depths within my insides,
Across this narrow chest, I sigh,
The years have passed with speeds unknown,
Perhaps by now I should have grown,
For vague reasons I remain stranded,
The more I try, the less I'm wanted,
Like now, I sit often depressed,
Then I force a smile to fool the rest,
I offer up my heart with conflicting thought,
Broken severally, it's begun to rot,
To be understood is what I most desired,
My efforts were fruitless so now I'm tired.
I wish to disappear, escape existence,
End this faux life, end this pretense,
I imagine an end as solemn as possible,
Then I can forget the pain, forget the trouble,
Let no one know so the question would be;
Who is missing? Who was he?
My life is a plot twist of secrets and mysteries,
I admire simplicity, I'm weary of my disease,
I believed a lie too long,
I don't know who I am anymore."
He smiled, he cried, he jumped, he died.................... Umezude Nkem
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Truth Be Told...
PoetryLet's take some time to look through the eyes and hearts of the eccentrics in the society, those we tag as weird. Things we inadvertently do that eventually cause hem so much pain... Their search for solace, their pain, their weakness...
