Lose It I Poem by David N. Munene

Ooh sweet senses turned sour
Bring back to me senses this hour
Back and forth I rock and all blocks
These that barricade my path with rocks
Oh what do you sense with all these nonsense?
See it in my face, sense is lost in its essence
Laughter surmounts to tears
And tears to to fears
Why does virtue yield vice and hot tears over the years?
Look at this state, this state that I state I am in
It causes me to lose focus and senses go loose like a fling
I used to laugh from my heart and cry out of need
Now sense, I have lost, I cry in the streets and laughter has from me fled
I talk less sense and to many nonsense for all is about my lily
This spring and all-seasons'-time lily that mine senses on it rely
I never walk alone, I do albeit talk to me
Along the dusty roads that seemed too narrow for me,
They now are broader and the brooder of boredom
The reason I talk to those out of sight and hear her talk in my dome
Why there's hope, I don't know; or I might be on dope
Fire in the bosom could burn to blossom
The life under fire is higher than the bosom