Empty II
It was warm, but now cold and goneshe would prepare the porridge as
he would tend the baby
they would laugh at old jokes.
The moments they shared lied
that love was forever
now he lies in the dark corner somewhere
reminiscing the past victories
girls, money and fame used to flow in here
like a swarm of bees in the morning garden.
but now rodents swarm in its corridors
the sounds of coins are stranger,
only those of ghosts echo
and word unsaid to the only girl he loved.
Poetry by Samuel Mugambi
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Written on 2013-10-03 at 22:01
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