Lone Lonely Loner Poem by Eric Mwenda

If the bludgering blows
they never cease,
you are the board
that never creeks.

Humour aint humour,
As tears
nor of joy neither sorrow
Is to be said of you.
But you laugh
Don't you?

the smile dazzles
the paper castles
in the covered night,
The same
that screams rent the ears.
Luckily
your heart dies with them
so the neighbours sleep sound

Empty is an abyss
you never saw the bottom,
and harmony is a joke.
Did someone say peace?
If birds beautifuly chip
to cheer the rising sun,
not in this world

O, how my heart creeks for you
in those lone waters
my soul roams with you
as lonely you swim
the loner