Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Writing Blues, my paper dripping

Life isn’t fair,
Writing Blues and my paper dripping
Oozes tears
Every time I get to thinking
Sinking deep down
I’m losing wits!

Can You Help me?
Looks like my soul
Has left my body
Too tired to fight
Yet flightless
Stumped by situation
Is it a fiend?
Can You Help me?
I’m going crazy
Hope gets rejected leaving me neglected
Unheard was my message
Shot was my uncle, while he was teaching
Though I survived Death
I got scarred,
Can’t forget that day
Can You Help me?
Can You Help me?
Can You Help me

Abdulkarim Mohamed Jimale
Copyright © 2011

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