My words are useless to me
They can't express the fire of insight
burning in me
They can't redeem the desire calling out from
my soul
They can't show the cracked alter egos baying to
stay


My words are useless to me
They can't show the delicious noise
cracking my bones
They can't explain the pure insanity kept in
check
They can't determine the nostalgia unspent as
kid


I wish to tell Mum I love her
Till the World is to come again
I wish to have one more chance to say
aurevoir to Dad
I wish to tell the editors
Why I abandoned them for poets
I wish to tell my unborn seeds my undid deeds


But my words are still useless to me


My words are like slopes guiding me in my sloop
My words are like robes wearing me out in rogue

But my words are useless to me


They can't take me back in time
They can't teleport me to the future
They can't secure me now


My words will still remain useless
Until they can go beyond my feeling
and into my thought
Unchaining me from the very thing
That made me a Prisoner...My Words!


© Kenneth(knet)
# ghosts_of_reflection
MAY 21, 2016 ·

Hey Nairalanders, this is a poem I composed 4 years back and lately, I have felt the need to go back and start sharing some of my writings not just poems. I was once labeled a dark poet/writer but I believe I am simply a reflective composer.
I still feel that my works should be critique where need be. Thanks.