Write On - Poem by Aseso Omollo
What to write on this piece of paper?
Staring at the ceiling...wondering.
Words escaping my mind colliding with thoughts of what not to write,
Blank paper stares back at me,
I, am searching for the answers to why these questions never seem to fade,
Black ball-point in hand wishing to go on a journey-
Black on white – as the trail grow hot,
It’s been a while – months of silence, weeks of solitude, days of well...blank!
Not all blank though; thoughts of love, fear, envy, hate – to an extent: feelings of joy, peace, turmoil mixed in the cocktail of emotion.
But that cup never did get full; it must have had a leak,
Today, I write – forgive my disjointed thoughts.
May be tis those Latin terms again: prima facie res ipsa loquiotor, . On the face of it, the facts speak for themselves.
They do indeed, these facts you see – I cannot pen a poem yet.
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