Lamptey Godson Kofi Poet Epic

Not a Lost One

NOT A LOST ONE

Me, I am not. Long, long ago
When they bought my head, and dice it in flames

Pulling the hairs by the strands, teaching me far a mile from tradition
Thinking doing me a good, than harm I endure

Now my house on fire, A bucket beside the well
Yet never know how to splash and starve a crazy rage

So waning off here, here all my desires and aims
Into an age I should have build my own way

I throw my twine out to you
catch it by the other end

Draw me back into the lane
Home into my senses

Free from the nooks of been sold to strange consciousnesses
Where I knew not, I spat on my own grave of grace.

(c) Lamptey Godson K
     27 th, Dec. 2011. Away from home.

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Earle Brown November 28, 2011 at 6:02 AM Very nice

Esson Alumbugu November 28, 2011 at 12:24 AM I enjoyed your poem. A different flavour and a good one too! Keep writing