A Poet's Poem Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Bleeding pens,
Screaming emotions
Legendary trails on quicksands never fading
Another poem recited from the nerve

The night sing stars dressing dreams
Imprisoning nightmares to live another joyful day
A pen in hand like Shaka's spear
And when the victory comes,
Within a verse there is a revelation


Another day may not come
So, a poem, I'll write
Doesn't matter if it would be my last

Voices of angels in the streets,
They sing motivations to a brother's moods
The lost in time found and led home
Remembering the titans they were

The day blushes on my chances
Every knock awaits the respond
And when the hole is not deep enough,
Streaming waters take a pass

This day, I shall live like is the last
Tomorrow is a chance never promised
Yet, a little hope build castles so strong
Light me a torch
Guide me through the traps
Sing up my fallen soul
Come float on my joys
And let the pen tells a story