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Victor Kgwara Poem
The elders have tried to show me how far away,life
was from the truth,they have tried to warn me,they
have said along the path i was on ,there were path
holes,the truth was i hated the truth.
Now that am in this deep dark hole am so full of
regrets,but the elders have tried,they have tried
to enlite me,they have tried to tell me that the
world might seem very fascinating,but the real
side of it was never fascinating like i thought.
They've said thereal side of it was never friendly,
but boorish,unlike my role modle who died in my year of
birth,i don't just cry sometimes but i always cry,
for the tears falling down along my poor narrished
pink cheeks,am the one to put a blame on.
I have no one to point my finger to,saying is your
fault,instead i got to point it back to my self and
admit that it is my fault that am in this deep dark
hole,as for the elders they have tried with all they
had,because they had forseen.
But i mr know it all,i mr know it all,i played i know
all,I had that thing that a man got to have a scar,i
fooled my self that i got to see the unseened,which
the elders said were beyond me,and believe you are
not ready to see those.
Copyright © Victor Kgwara | Year Posted 2017
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