BeckyTP formally known as Rebecca Moraa is a student at Moi University Main Campus Kenya. My passion in poetry grew in primary school.
The axiologies of trauma;
Of matters beyond our reach
Why doea it always have to be
The same way it was yesterday?
The sun; rises and sets-
Gives way to the moon and stars
Both duos; have long forgotten
Primal roles; calls of duty: service
The hurt in my heart; pain
Doesn't give me a moment
To think and reconsider; rush time
Freight's gone too high; am poor
Rather I would have...
Transported my pains and tears
Into the seas; waters of evil...
Now I sit up all day and night
Thinking and trying hard;
To restructure and reconstruct
Damaged, structure less plans...
How I wish I could be able
To pay freight for my hurt and pain.
Midnight cries; lifetime nightmares
The scary moments of my living
A descent so low; that I fall
Off the flight; stairs: imaginary...
Losing my mind each time;
New, awful experiences on each descent
The feeling of losing personality
The most appaling ever- in existence
I hate it now; the life I live
Just lost of all humanity:
Feeling like a ghost in my own nightmare
Is what I can't help but feel;
Screaming and shouting; all in nightmares
That no amount of effort pushes away...
Will I ever be myself?
How will I ever get my need?
Desires of the heart, get the better
Of me each new day;
Oh! I hope I see the sun...
© 2018 BeckyTP