Feelings Poem by Abraham Isaac Wamala

I look into parallel mirrors
It's all a bouncing reflection of self.
Feels like a bottom but I can't stop falling
Twisting within this animal skin is safer yet an inner rot.
A step of letting go calls for heavenly trumpets
In the due hour, I locate in a far cave as a search for mercy camouflages within the pure.
The morning melody of the birds is now a call for sleep.
The leaps are of a baby yet the fragrance is a mile away.
Smile with me lost soul its all you have left
The path is narrow, make it if you may. Failure is no punishment