Today I write,
Though my fingers are tied,
Spread again,
Them stratus in the sky,
Just trying make my thick mind buy,
All what's passing,
For this is what life did assign,
But never gave a sign,
Even rain gives,
With thick clouds too,
And my mind was like two.
I write out of rage,
Heart felt with despair,
Even in times of mind repair,
Just giving seconds a dare,
And hoping all will be fair,
Fingers crossed,
But love forced,
Page after page turned,
Fact finding,
On this hard roll,
Better a smoke,
Both grey and black,
Like dirt on my nails,
Worn out by the fails,
Thought crossing them will leave my palms on the cross,
Also pierced by them nails,
Inches big like fries,
Like my mind is,
And heart bleeding that never seize,
But has made it tight,
Laminating light,
Now I can lie on cotton's white,
That's why I write.
@kingsleywrites©️®️
Poet:Kingsley
Country:Kenya
