Thunder Crushed Wish

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