So full and zealous with life ,but tired of it.
Constance is that thought of a sprawling bullet entering mines skull.
Like a cue stick striking the white ball all in the aim for the 8.
Hate it when am always right , for it drives a wedge splitting me into two.
On a corner at an edge am sited contemplating harder.
My situation is nothing but abit sadder , but whose isn’t?
Self empathy nor sympathy won’t work this time.
For the lord Almighty whose called you and I has fully shaped our said destiny.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Oct 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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