Night writing
Of a falling heart
Scarcity has lead to
The denial of one’s wish
Repetition of the same life style
Just from the worst part of it
Avoiding the best part of it
With fear of addiction
Addiction to the walk of shame
Populace path- the path of the most I know
Just for a change
My heart keeps on wishing
In thuds of resistance and worry
My heart is kept rolling into
By the best of my brains
I can’t seem to be reading
Notes from the book of my destiny
I guess... I need a stronger preacher
Or a new
formula
To push away this sickness
The same sickness that
Most have believed- to have pulled man down
In their fellowship I see them- with my own eyes
As they live on and on...in their books of destiny
Where do I really belong to
In the comfort of my words- I am the king
But in reality I am an unfinished story
Understanding the sense
As the ink paints through
Good dreams knocked...
And I opened the door for them and their exit
Bad dreams knocked...
And I opened the door for them and their exit
Which door am I now to open and not to?
Why are my walls so numb and closed up
Without a door to knock on?
Dot... dot... dot... the ink runs through
From the deep solitary moments
To deep cheers of celebrations
I will strive myself through
Until I live it all
From the corner of creation
To the full circle of it!
END
Friday
28 August 2015
Written By: VaChikepe:
The Poet
