HURT

I hurt then, cos I hurt them
I hurt them, cos I am them!
I recall all the pain - through the
Detail - I recoil as it replays.
My recourse in pain is plain
For one or all to see whilst
I feel for my four walls in
My drunken stupor of blindness.
Kindness was my main course
Dished it I did generously with
No subtlety, restraint or refrain.
Heartbreak my dessert dish and
Now I lose my way in this desert
Full of broken hearts and deceased
Promises that never inhaled life
But in their stead, life was given to
excesses of excuses in their masses.
I am them and I hurt them
I hurt them and now...I hurt.


Kevin Mutembei.®
Feb 2009.