Dumpster Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Dumpster



The dusk came
With its reddish ray
Promising…
To fulfill its prophecy
Of the dark shadows

And she surfaced
Her head down
Cringing…
From the door way, I heard
A cry as she vanished

Dumpster babe

Tuesday, August 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
Close
Error Success