Merlin Mwaura Poems
Wind my wrist,
Tell the time.
How wrong am I?
To want to sleep just a little more,
Get a little bored,
With all my fantasy,
Timid with my spoon full,
Of liquid food goo,
T’is lunch at this place “Boon”…
A restaurant I just made up.
T'is time to meet my mate,
Make us a folly with fate,
Make a mess while at it.
Known no order, broke all laws,
Found a master.
Of time long after, ...
I Got This...
I got this emptiness dying inside me..
why this emptiness lying inside me,
what glory is it deserving,
what aims, intends on having.
I got this beast sucking blood off my neck,
I got this hands on this beast's bloody neck,
I got this beast feeling in my breath...
I got this beast living an' someone wants it dead.