/i want to taste light. my depression
comes from something above me. i
am a bird who stops mid-flight. i
want to pause and feel the vapour
of my pain come off me. i do not
want to suffer before i die. we all
don’t want to. but there are things
we cannot control, things, vile
things we just have to bend to
sometimes. what shall we say about
a wingless bird, willing itself
everyday to fly? a mountain does
not climb itself. i cannot decide my
fate. everyone tells me they are
drawn to the galaxies in my eyes,
that when they stare at me, they see
hope, they see an eagle, gliding over
high clouds. the day the sun refuses
to set is the day i will die. i do not
know what purpose is. why does
the air roam aimlessly when it is
the most relevant thing? i am in a
thrift, grocery store, bargaining the
meaningless life i’ve got, over a
bowl of strawberries. hunger does
not come to bargain, nor to settle,
nor for consideration. it comes to
rip my insides apart, to show me
that i am close to hell. what shall be
said when i am gone? nothing.
there is nothing special in this
place. turnaround. go/.
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COMMENTS ( 7 ) -
Dr God'sgift Uwen March 29, 2022 14:52
Great to have you! Proud of you, guy!
Precious Uwen November 16, 2021 12:44
Thank you-- everyone-- for reading. I'm sorry for replying months later. Shouldn't have taken so long, but sadly it has, and that's my bad. This poem (I really want to try not to cry right now!) is for those who, consciously or not, finds themselves in positions where questioning everything about life is part of them. The truth is, no matter what, no matter how hard things are, or can get; you'll survive. Somehow!
Samuel Agbor May 06, 2021 21:59
This is a good one. ❤️
Okojie Christian May 06, 2021 06:39
/i want to taste light. my depression comes from something above me. Mine comes from something within me I guess. Nice poem
Meredith May 05, 2021 09:38
"what shall we say about a wingless bird, willing itself everyday to fly?" I shall say hope has a name. After which I will cry, and pray that a miracle happens.
Golden Henshaw April 30, 2021 07:33
This is what a good poem is. I like how forthright the questions are, and how true the confessions.
Bitty Grace April 30, 2021 07:15
Amazing!!! So much truth and reality of life in this