Where Am I Heading? Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

In the wide dark ocean all by myself
On a Sinking boat and landless planet
The center of nowhere with the sound of ocean storms
Craziest thoughts running through my brain
The worst is all I touch with my invisible hands
Emptiness of reality in the eyes of the misery’s shadow
Confusion circumnavigates what used to be knowledge
Lost and not found dark feeling in the eyes of space
With My heartbroken moment ruling over my spirit
Tears become friends with my endless agony
Shaking hands, troubling and cold body of mine
I stand shuddering on both my legs, eyes in the sky
Pushed down with the fear of what is going to happen
Hopeless and helpless as the best friend to my loneliness
The day I didn’t want to see has just began
The song of sadness written by unmerciful hands in the wind
Its lyrics flaming the oxygen out of my esophagus
Left alone by time into the hands of disappearance
Holding on nothing but the doom of my breathing form
Ashes of the past turned into flames of what’s going to happen
Responsible of nothing but uniquely waiting
Slave of fear my body suddenly has became
Even though, the absence feels better than the presence
Satisfaction is a myth of what I will never know
The Optimism sense of the past is gone and vanished in forever
Wondering if I ever know the good from what I have tasted
Realizing the absence of truth in what I used to believe
Faith fading into the skies of wretchedness moments
I’m Struggling with everything as I never have knew a single
Conjecturing my whole existence if I ever subsisted
Possibility faded away to save no soul of no me
No personality, no possibility and no reality
Because I don’t exist as I never did before this moment
I only knew tears and pain like my mother and my father
Brother loneliness and cousin meaninglessness
Slow emotions and goodbyes like butterflies blow me kisses
Whispering voices in my ears like darkness moments of demise
Coldness cheers me like an old bottle of an old wine
Like the taste of the blood of the downfallen angel of death
Like a bite of a rotten old soured bread to be my first choice of taste
Where am I heading if you can tell the story?