(7 Haiku)
How afraid am I;
I can’t even kill myself;
I want death so much.
But, no trigger pulls;
No bulletes deprave my soul;
my anger is weak.
A future oblique,
and only lies when I speak;
Blood of my tongue leak.
Who needs a strapped chest?
There is no such thing as calm;
The human H-Bomb.
The self I detest;
This hatred is like napalm;
Once again this qualm.
When will there be rest?
I am crying for my mom,
As I weep a psalm.
Death wants me so much;
But I cannot kill myself;
How afraid I am.
-H A- 2006 by Hakeem Alexander
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I like the haiku style you used for this, very well written.
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