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BURDENED

Am worn out, thirsty & sweaty
Hunger beckons with the rumbling of mines stomach, but deaf is the ear that’s ment to pay attention.
I have toiled all day and soiled myself beyond all I imagined possible.
It’s a beginning though anticipating the end nothing got me thinking than this moment.
It’s more of a need than a want, I’ve learnt to distinguish the two.
Joints ache, words shake and my flesh breaks as the shirt on mines back drenches with oozing blood glued to my person like a stuck poster on the wall.
Odor so thick and concentrated has my sense of smell on a suicide run.
Armpits stack with sweat, limbs weak despite my straight face.
Lazy sleepy gaze and my thoughts in a hazy maze
Slightly more to come as I brace myself
It’s not over till it is

Sir. George Githunguri

© Feb 2016

By Sir. George Githunguri

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

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