Tears of a wolf
Landing like lightning,
Exploding like a fragmentation grenade to provide precipitation…
Costs of being a part
Of life’s very own infinite cycle.
Torn away from the grasps of Religion,
Only for a plunge in the roar sauce of life
Truth is; you just wanted to dance and be happy as the Disney birds
And now the world is your dance floor.
The sound of an impatient knock permeates your longingly adored tranquility.
Despite you being the sole owner of your fate,
All in all has been laid on the table for you
Pick and orchestrate your prosperity.
On the bleachers there are the loud encouraging chants,
And the quiet ones.
-RedArt by Kelvin Mark Mwangi.
redART poetry 