Mildred Awuor Poems

At some point,
as dawn hits me.
Still fumbling with my dreams,
the thin line,
...

Happiness is a passing illusion,
A test of time and faith.
Those brave enough to delude themselves
Of the trappings of the world.
...

breathe it all in
blooming lilacs
blossoming orchids
torture your lungs
...

I went back to the place where I met you,
the overcrowded abyss of alcohol-induced bliss.

"Mama, I met a stranger in a bar
...