Mutemelodist. –
single,single-post,postid-284,single-format-standard,mkd-core-1.0,mkdf-social-login-1.0,mkdf-tours-1.0,voyage-ver-1.0,mkdf-smooth-scroll,mkdf-smooth-page-transitions,mkdf-ajax,mkdf-grid-1300,mkdf-blog-installed,mkdf-breadcrumbs-area-enabled,mkdf-header-standard,mkdf-sticky-header-on-scroll-up,mkdf-default-mobile-header,mkdf-sticky-up-mobile-header,mkdf-dropdown-default,mkdf-dark-header,mkdf-fullscreen-search,mkdf-fullscreen-search-with-bg-image,mkdf-search-fade,mkdf-side-menu-slide-with-content,mkdf-width-470,mkdf-medium-title-text,wpb-js-composer js-comp-ver-4.12,vc_responsive

27 Apr

Letter to Myself

Letter to Myself


David Kush


Born on Christmas Eve 1963, David D Kush is a native of Indiana, United States of America. A prolific writer and a regular in poetry groups, David Kush writes so that his words give “Hope and Light” to humanity. Moulded in the furnace of life’s devastating experiences, his poems fill the readers with Eros, the life wish. He recalls his rendezvous with poetry: “After trying to take my life and going into a deep depression, I cried out to the Lord to put me back to the way I was. He heard my cries. When the depression lifted, I started writing as never before”. In other words, his life itself is a poetic tale of pain yielding pleasure. In “Letter to Myself”, the poet addresses himself. The grief and regret that shroud the beginning of the poem give way to hope and triumph at the end.


I really didn't see it coming

The pain I put you through

All those lonely nights

When I wasn't there for you

I can feel the pent up anger

The hate that's consuming you

I guess I lost my chance at heaven

By the hell I put you through

If we could start over again

Would we feel the same?

Or would the past kill any chance

Of ending any other way?

I don't know what to tell you

I don't know what to say

But one thing I know for certain

Tomorrow brings a brand new day. 

Comments: (0)