POETRY

I would equate it to a staircase experience in a dark room. My feet were standing on the first staircase and I was afraid to

I hated the mornings I had to watch her hate herself, The nights she killed her the little girl in her, I hated how she

Overtime I realized been chasing something else One day I was on the same track doing my usual ‘run,’ trying to be other people I

A REFUGEE FROM HEAVENI feel deep pains amidst my thoughtsLet me share it out like the guy with writingsFrom the depths of desolationPoetry is the

A cognitive concept perceived as true, belief An institution to express belief in supreme divine power, faith Flipping the pages backwardsPerusing down my memory laneI

Hey you, Yes you ! let’s me take you back in time, back to the times when everything seemed big, Back to when growing up

Frostbitten to the bone, Battered with cold, Wading through thick snow at knee’s depth, The next breathe a labour, Each step seemingly the last, One

There always comes a point in life to pass the torch, And when it does, pass when it still flames with might, When it’s still

When the sun has set, And to the dust from which I came I must return, Let me go. Shed a few tears for me,

At times, I’m floating on the deep waters of His love Rollicking with no care for what the world held High, untamed from no joy