I am fine,
But let me taste your wine
So that I may wake the dead me inside.
To prevent me from thinking suicide.
I am fine,
But let me walk in the rains,
So that my tears will be drained.
Because I've lied, I've cried, I've tried,
And now I feel a hit from the tide.
I'm fine,
But give me time to form my speech
I'm not sick,but I pretty feel some regrets and guilts.
Why do I've to speak?
I'm already a topic on their lips.
But I'm fine,
Though I camouflage oil on my skin,
But deep within,there is a part of me,
Broken into pieces.
And a depressed side of me that no one sees.
I am fine,
But when night comes,I battle nightmares.
I like an owl,draw my eyes awake,
Lost in thoughts;engulfed in fear
As I hope the morning to draw near.
I am fine,
But I'm tired of pretending.
In poetry I find solace
In its verses I conceal my pains.
Many burdens I've muzzled,
But how long will this brokenness stay?
I am fine,
Though blamed, shamed and named,
I'm going to mend every of my broken parts,
Read through life's pages,
Either today, tomorrow or someday
Until all my broken past depart.
GENDA SIAKA MICHAEL
gendamichaelsiaka@gmail.com
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