Hushed out truths
Can’t seem to find the correct words
Choked by my own tongue
A stream of unsettling tears
Thoughts darkened and in thicket’s like an unexplored jungle

Speak out, she never shuts up they retort
What’s ailing you, always complaining they say
Grow up and face your fears, a closet of creepy skeletoned demons
Hold your head up high and stop being weak

This is a safe space
Am a shoulder to lean on though thorned
Leaving her laid wake, insomniac with red eyes
Shuttered soul and lost hope
When last did you afford a smile?

Sir. George Githunguri

© Aug 2020

By Sir. George Githunguri

Enjoying life and all it has to offer, blessed to be alive and championing for humanity

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