By Jomo David
My eyes shot wide in the middle of the night,
Staring blankly at the light rays,
I felt happy my source of life was there watching my moves,
Heavy laden,
Carrying a tank in my belly,
Wishing desperately all the memories are all gone,
But your image still projected in my ocean full lids.
Thorns have been blessed to find my flesh on the bed,
My room has been squeezed up in size,
I can see the roof happily bouncing as it goes down,
To replace the rising carpet,
My bed went hanging in the air,
What about my sweet bulb?
I stare at the pillow beside my spinning head,
Empty like no-one used to be using it,
I couldn’t take it anymore,
I took the pillow, caress it, kiss it and let a volume of my tears on it,
This was too much for my soft me,
Reality shading a new chronicle,
You are not here!
Your words started dancing in my heart,
They really enjoyed tormenting my soul,
Even in your world away from me,
Tell the everyone the whole truth,
Leave no less one word about it,
Tell them how you left me loose,
Don’t forget to add no-one is able to choose me,
Even when I’m the only stick remaining.
I won’t deny going in the deep shores,
Let me be left alone with my darling bulb,
I won’t be fine with a crack in between us,
I won’t be fine to this eternity,
We shall talk when am sober,
Now that you are not there, sad,
Lemme close the door and sleep again.
©Joweda
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