Back to bedlam
Without a lamp
Who will guide me
In a sea of thoughts
And a surge of taunts?
I’m back to bedlam.
A deep ebon night
Holds my chest tight
And drapes my mind
Like a stone in a cave.
I’m back to bedlam.
I’m back to bedlam
Who will guide me
In a sea of thoughts
And a surge of taunts?
This poem was published in the 7th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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Read – Survival Nights – Sandra Mwang’ombe (Kenya)
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