I’m you when your own heartbeat defies every step you take on the career ladder,
I’m the cancer that ate your mother’s breast when I knew she had twelve kids to be fed,
I’m the conniving spirits that duped your addicted father that rehab is for those trying to quit
I’m the hunger that drove you insane peddling your virtues for a plate of crumbs
I’m the black sheep of the family whose identity has been lost, everyday learning all that I am;all that makes my stomach churn when I see in others.
I’m a hollow casket,my own corpse believes I stink
I am a lost shepherd,
I am prey to alarm chimes reminding me every morning that I’m too small for my age yet too old for my dreams
I am the mess the society created but felt too good to clean,
I am a vestige of all the man I was meant to be
Monthly Archives: February 2016
Raging Wind
Wild wind raged
Kanga on cloth line gone
Who’ll answer the questions?
New Day
My bedroom window fully opened
The sweet nature scent fills my room
A better day had been foretold
Butterflies
Butterflies circling around the damp
Flapping wings with rare nonchalance
Beauty mesmerized the beast
untittled
Dew melted away
A bow to the rising sun
Night shift has ended
whispered Prayer
coming rain
Clouds darkened the sky
Mothers’ hysteria surged
Children have to be found
Windy night
Wind swept across the land
In a silent night
Nursing my mottled skin
A ball of fire
The moon is a little furious
A ball of fire
Warming my cold sheets
Rekindling Embers
Stars twinkling in a distant
With a rare virtuosity
The dying embers got rekindled
