Poetry from David Kokoette

THE WAILING OF A BROKEN SOULĀ 

I walked alone, from the day 

I set my feet on the path of truth 

Betrayals and temptations accompanied me

The pain of life made me weary and thirsty 

Weary from it’s trials and tribulations 

Yet still, i walked 

It felt like i was walking on a hot sand

A sand burning with coal and brimstone 

Like I was tied upside down to a pole

And plunged down into a volcano 

To be eaten up by the burning larvae 

Yet still, i walked 

I walked along the halls of agony

Echoes of misfortune honked 

Like a horn from a train 

Evil besieged me

Like a young married woman 

Who turned widow at dawn 

Yet still, i walked 

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