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The Revelation

There was darkness, and then there was light. 

You have not seen light like I have. 
Oh, if there was one like I who has! 
I walk the streets and watch 
mind their time, mind their lives. 
They call it business. 
I walk the streets, and meet life 
in beings like I, 
but I see no life in their eyes. 
Why! I cannot help but wonder, 
does nobody notice all this light? 

You have not tasted the air like I have. 
Oh, if there was one like I who has 
drenched their organs in its freshness 
as I have! 
How I love how the rawness sinks 
down my depths! 
I look around me and see life 
move this way and that 
in worn-out vessels. 
Nobody seems to notice 
how free, yet priceless breath is, 
as the air is. 
Why! I cannot help but wonder, 
does nobody seem to care? 

You have not seen a human being like I have. 
Oh, if there was one like I who has 
seen a human walk, smile, talk, and love it all! 
I walk the streets, I come upon 
countless, with flesh like mine, 
and eyes, and ears, and nose, and mouth, 
hands, and feet, and-and hair! 
Oh, if I could touch one, if I could feel one, 
smell one, talk to one, 
If I could be around a human being, 
I know I would be happy. 
But the streets look sad, and cold 
and the people look like empty vessels, 
moving this way and that, 
minding their time, minding their lives 
the norm of business, they say. 
Why! I cannot help but wonder, 
do we not appreciate each other? 
Our existence, even in emptiness? 

You have not seen the darkness like I have. 
Oh, if there was one like I who has 
lived in it, dined with it, been it! 
It felt like forever, the emptiness, 
the aloneness, the silence, 
the hell, the hell, oh, the hell! 
but forever was an abstraction; 
survival was real, 
as living through hell was. 
A day was never a day, 
so, a fight was never a fight. 
That was okay, 
hope was okay. 
When I saw the light, 
and breathed fresh air, 
and walked the earth, 
came upon humans, 
I saw it. I saw it all. 
Life has never been the same since 
(through my eyes) 
and yet, that is all it remains to be—
a revelation, sight. 
Little to nothing you can do with it. 

I chose to be, 
I chose to live. 
Nothing would ever be 
the same, 
I never would be. 
That was okay, 
hope was okay 
(it ever would be). 

©Benie_Langat, 2021. 

Photo by Matheus Bertelli from Pexels

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Benie Langat

Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.

4 replies

    1. So much of life we miss at the end of it all. I have dreams of a better world. Perhaps, someday, we can all be happy to have each other, appreciate, and love one another. Thank you, Favody ☺


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