Poems from lidiakebere
Death is such a tragedyto see a dying manlying right in front of youunconscious---- not breathingis tragicPast on at fifty-twoHis soul...
I'm a teapotwarm and boilingboiling so much that my top is poundingpounding me until I can no longer feel the burning sensationthis rapid...
Am I still sane, I say.
Where am I?
Right here.
What do you want?
The crown...
I want to be the queen.
The power, I say.
The freedom for...
Run...
like no other.
Jump...
much higher.
Climb...
the steepest.
Swim...
the fastest.
Freedom, peace...
is all I stand for...
For me and...
I am a stranger, everywhere…
I am unknown to no one but myself…
Rain, rain…go away as they use to say…
Though, the beauty I saw, no one...