#artkenya

Nuances of light. Punching the wall in The goosebumps on my skin Feels like glory Unabashed darkness fumes Feeling up the rooms The walls come alive With faces I used to know They scream and scrawl And it always ends in a brawl Me fighting us, us fighting me Seems like a twisted dream Only yet, it's all there is And beyond pain and its release Before innocent bliss Profound silence of the ether Resonates though time And commits this crime. Of trying to sooth the voices in my head. With all that said. Since made is a bed, A jolly fellow must in it lie. By Don G