Alone
Alone, I was born,
But alone I cannot live.
Alone, I deceive myself,
And alone, I do not have it all myself.
Alone, I am not perfect either,
And again alone, I am incomplete and weak.
Alone, my voice is voiceless,
And alone, I am worried about my death.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2020
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