I Killed Me Poem by Richard Wlodarski
I Killed Me
And I only
Wanted to be
Just who was me
And I killed me
And then I only
Saw my destiny
And now I'm only
Just killing lost time
And if now only
Time was less cruel
I'd die for far less
'cause I'm so careless
I killed me And then I only Saw my destiny.....and now it' futile to regret my killing, I can't be the one who I was before my killing.
Akhtar, it seems to me that Kerouac spent a lifetime of killing himself. And his premature death was the final act. (In this lifetime) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/11/2025 6:48:46 PM # 1.0.0
Through your poems it seem as though Kerouac saw what he wanted out of life but could not find the path to get there. A tragic story.
Carl, you've hit the nail on the head! And tragic indeed!