I really don’t know if I should call this poetry. Maybe, ‘lovetry’ would do! I held you for too long in my heart like my world and existence depended on you. And they did. Days unrelenting, nights unending, I boxed myself within the enclave of your aura, locked within the walls of my crave … Continue reading Cathartic Release
I can’t but imagine what this day has to offer With a day so cold as an ice Perhaps the cold was intensified by the morning dew Even the birds can’t help but sing to my ears. Boys and girls are set for school The working class must meet up with time And here I’m in this murky room While I dash my chances of a lifetime. Suddenly, the sun peeked at me from behind the cloud I need not anyone to tell me my chances are bright But to seize them and hope my labours are crowned Coz I took my chances right. Day and Night I’ll pray Hardwork they say pays In faith I’ll work my way To see my chances pave way.