Masharia kanyari

Rookie - 97 Points (Kenya -East Africa)

Siren - Poem by Masharia kanyari

You are a rich man's toy,
An ambitious man's dream,
A poor man's fantasy,
And a weak man's pitfall,

You are a dare devil's Playground,
A chaste man's breaking point,
A gambler's good-luck charm,
A chess player's queen,

Men are like moths for you,
Helplessly drawn to your beam,
Excuse my aloof demeanor,
But illumination doesn't attract me,

There really is no magic to it,
I am simply none of these men,
so you remain but a siren to my ears,
Wailing away in a godforsaken city.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 2, 2013


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