Anonymous Poem by Naom Kerubo

The memory of the conversation still vex me
I mean why wouldn't I let it be
Not like diving so deep was any better
Or for my desires would it cater

A daydream, it feels like it
That my heart is trying to hit
But getting worked up is the clue
Trying to stick the pieces with glue

Always slaying my own dragons
Lifting them, , moving them to the wagon
Going round about my mind being on probation
Pretending to be in some kind of exploration