• wanjau 10w


    walking on the continental desert,
    an act of consolation to my stone cold heart,
    reminiscing to the warmth positivity there at first,
    its all in ruins, its all turned to dust,
    these words i did rejoice in the past,
    a cipher of my emotions shelled in words,
    hiding behind the rhymes that fed the mass,
    am slow but my feet wear fast,
    am sick of the old shackles, i've lost my trust,
    the whisper of wind mocks, the struggle gets worse,
    the journey tortures, each fiber, each nerve hurts,
    then the horizon calls, in faith i start to run,
    its an ILLUSION, HE says soon all this will pass!!....