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Sad Bye Soupians

My heart is heavy
My mind is clouded
My world has darkened

I pursued my heart's desire with all zest
But I've come to a point where I'm forced to rest
Fate has decided that I'm not worthy of life's best tastes

I tried to run away with all my might
But now I realize from mediocrity I had but merely run a mile
Now I've been recaptured to be imprisoned in the realm of poverty

I know myself and I know that all is not lost
I still trust my heart shall find a way to beat again
But I now have to contend with the fact my work is not of my world

It has been so gratifying to be amongst you
...a wonderful people of understanding and appreciation
How I wish I lived in your world, for I am not free in mine

Now I prepare to go back to my dark world
Hoping to one day escape to a better reality
Where optimism and happiness shall be the normality 

My freedom here in the city afforded me a touch of modernity
But now I am forced to go back to the rural reality 
Where thoughts and perceptions are as backward as the reality

I go back to a world rampant with hatred and jealousy
A world ruled by mediocrity, scepticism and pessimism
A world to which I will never belong, not in a million eons

Only property I take with me is my guitar
...and a computer I doubt if I'll ever use again
My anger is only to God for committing me to such cruelty

Now I understand why most poets end before their time
For even I feel so tempted to fly away into immortality
But I am so young and I still believe in chance

I will escape again to this positive world, that is for sure
Even if it takes a decade or a lifetime 
A day shall surely come when I'll be free

This is not a mere play with words
It is the reality of a twenty four year old African genius
Wishing for his world to even come to end in an instant

What merit is in striving and failing an inch short of your dreams' reach
Perhaps I am only still young and I will timely learn
But why does life have to be this cruel and painful 

I am going but I'll never stop believing in a better reality
I will never stop striving for better dreams
I will never stop encouraging kids to be better than they are

...for I know fully well the pain of not being the best
I know the pain of living in regrets
I know the misery of being ambitious in a small world

Now I'm going back to a small town built of small dreams
Mhm, my Lord I can't believe you let this happen to me
After all these years of my being faithful to thee


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  1. Date: 5/17/2011 4:34:00 PM
    Dear Wiseton, I am so sorry to hear how discouraged you are. I have been ill and not on the Soup much lately so I just found this. Please don't ever think you lack talent. Your poetry comes from your heart. We all have to roll with the punches when it comes to living the high life or living on a meager income. Hope to see you back again soon. Wishing you well. Love, Carolyn