Wills Of A Dying Heart. Poem by Pius Khisa

Take me with you
Whenever you leave for wherever
Alone will catch flu
And wither long before you realize diva.

All isn't well;
With my heart, fragile as it is
Why dump it into a cell
Whilst racing you to please?

I pray you don't say bye
After all we've done
Help me not young die-
Lonely and forlorn.

I'm of no class
Maybe...
I'm an ogre in your eyes;
But therein lies a human soul- see?


I desire not a cent of your money
Not even a little of your breath
If you're generous to part with any
Only love and care
I die for...

I pray you never say bye
After all we've done
Help me not young die-
Lonely and forlorn.

Offer me a place
In this sacred kingdom
With fleas I'll share the floor, if there's no space
Oga won't feel pain- he'll have the whole room
Wherein I'm safely tucked, like a jigger in the big toe:
Droning in his delicacies
Swimming in the sea of pleasure, oh, I not know-
The antidote to end my miseries...