doorway
By Norman Mwale ‘The PenPusher’
Of now l see you
Standing at the doorway
Leaving a shameless shadow
In the face of your mother
Who once been a beautiful girl
You faced the moonless night
Like a maimed hornbill
Your thoughts swag in the dark sky
Flying to unborn moments
Leaving your people groaning
In the pain
Of your unceremonial departure,
There at l see little hope,
Though you insist
Facing The moonless night,
Like a dauntless owl
Your mind linger In the sky
And roost in bare tree-tops,
By and by
l see no more shadows at the doorway,
l hear your footsteps clumping
Miles away from the door
As thoughts squirm with mad reality!
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