I'M Sick Of Writing Poems Poem by Gedion Onyango

I'M Sick Of Writing Poems



I live a haunted life of pain and misery.
A terrible cocktail of love, hate and joy
Is crawling in my blood and spurting overwhelming energy,
tearing my veins and biting my skin with a cold venom
With my pen,
I carry with me a non-accountable responsibility
Weighed down, and burdened by an addictive urge to address the hungry, intelligent, disoriented, critical, and ignorant audience of known and unknown worlds.
The enslavement and tyranny of the pen strains and wears me down.... And I am sincerely tired.
With it, are the spirits that jerks and swings my head in every corner of the wilderness where weird thoughts are born and executed.
I am being persecuted by the ghosts who walk in the darkness, waking dark clouds and black, slimy dusts on their path as they make their way into my haunted head to deliver their poetic missives.
And I hear voices banging my head against the wisdom of strange gods of the poem writing and angels of its prophecy, warnings, celebrations and laughter.
Strange sounds of drums and devilish feet stamps around my arms and scatters like a stampede of scared faithfuls in a religious pilgrimage of Mecca!
The devils and angels are struggling and fighting for my consciousness and the strength of my pen. And my soul is restless to deliver their message and un-relentful
To put this luggage down.
Yes! I am tired of writing these poems - but I have failed to beat the voices in my head, the crawling centipedes in my veins.
And the ghosts who drive the engines of my pen
to incorporate me into writing these poems.

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