Kenneth Cledera Poems

Sorrows thrown into the river of styx.
Proselytising raindrops to teardrops.
Cry me an alter alternate reality.
Dark abstruse universe within me.
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Peculiar to be.
An alternate alter.
A thousand known, A thousand beware.
Angst.
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A time wherein
Everything slows but everyone.
Every drop a minute more.
A little less, A little you, that of is time.
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Trapped inside concrete
one of your choices were;
a window as big as fifty bananas piled together
connecting yourself to
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Comfort
within
the shower room
For they enter
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Pain
is not
inherently concrete,
if unfelt
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To the recipient;
not yourself,
nor myself,
nor the reader,
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Hanging from the sky
a summit, a toe, a hope, and
those that the fingertip can't reach.
Without doubt, it stays asleep.
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Orange oceans
without depth,
nor shade
remain
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Nicking knacks of rumble
squirm to battlefield
no mountain nor ocean inhabit,
if plains or lakes survive
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