Seek Poem by Okello Baloyi

I went out thinking of rime but came home with a hum, we tend to cry for help but reality is that we make our own walk, ain't an apology a liability? , same as love? , as I stood there in the middle of the storm, thinking of when will I strut one's stuff! .

Who am I to be satisfied by material of this world, as I mumble trying to say what I want or desire, the needy always gets less of what they really need, the land of opportunities has found one in me!
An ocean has never been filled with mud but those who hate nature had said such about it, in the land of the living, which was once ruled by the dead, where praying feels like doing an assignment which due!