Nothing to fear but,fear itself,
or so the adage goes,
i am sad so this poem i compose,
i weep painfully,
disturbing hot tears,
burning down my eyes as they flow to my cheeks,
leaving bruised thread-like tracks on my face,
they say,’absence make the heart grow fonder,’
well her absence is the reason why ‘nimeanza kukonda’
my soul aggravated with the loneliness,
oh God,
how i miss her slyish tenderness,
rigid emotions flowing from my veins to my pen,
all i hear is shouts,screams of my pain!
And her beautiful voice echoing in my head,
”i miss you akil,
rescue me from the sadness that i feel,
without you any other minute,my soul i will kill,”
i miss you too,
you have no clue,
without you i have this flu,
that kills me when i sneeze,HACHEEEEW!
