Teddy Kimathi Poet Narrative

Philosophical Maniac

He believes that his life is a big joke;
a play that was written for him before
he was born. Sometimes he prays,
asking God to change his character;
a young man who loses bets of any kind,
often wakes up in a dumpsite smelling liquor,
hears a suicide incident and wishes he was the one....
Freewill doesn't exist in his school of thought. He believes
the Cosmic Playwright sometimes sleeps,
as His plays keep running....

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Connie Marcum Wong November 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM It is far easier to give up and give in than for some to face the realities of their lives. This is a clear look at a person who has much to learn about himself. Wonderfully composed Teddy. : ) Teddy Kimathi February 2, 2018 at 2:51 AM Yes, you are very right Connie! Thank you so much for much for reading and enjoying my work! *^_^*

Kai Michael Neumann October 26, 2017 at 1:38 AM And carries on drinking in his mania and calls it philosophy. Excellent poem, Kai Teddy Kimathi February 2, 2018 at 2:37 AM A world we make up for ourselves sometimes, my friend. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying it! :)

Arthur Vaso October 20, 2017 at 8:06 PM Teddy, this is spectacular poetry, amazing, and a fav! Teddy Kimathi October 21, 2017 at 8:21 PM Thank you so much, Arthur! It's such an honor! ;-)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 20, 2017 at 7:08 PM Relished the title and you did not disappoint. Fabulously harsh. xomo Teddy Kimathi October 21, 2017 at 8:21 PM Hehe. Thank you for reading and enjoying my work, Maureen! I really appreciate you morale support! *^_^*