The Veiled Cloak Poem by Samuel Ndirangu

The scarlet cloak, the dripping springs
He has to put on a veil
But... plain or flaural?
He can't find closure.

He makes up excuses to change focus
Can't stand his condition, so he veils it from everyone
Hides the cloak beneath the veil
And the streams flow underneath.

They would never know it
The constant stings he feels
Because when morning comes
They almost aren't real
Yet night will most certainly come.

Darkness hits like disaster
He is scared, engulfed by fear
The dreaded pirates of the night
He needs a guardian angel.