Saturday, 14 January 2017

Mopped The Past

Scurrying on the floor
Crippled by memories
I locked the door

Strong memories, broken glass
With teary eyes
I mopped the past

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Destiny A Maze

I walked
I jumped
I went up to the base

I jogged
I ran
I sped up my pace

I reached
I topped
Yet I lost the race

Feat in hand
Couldn't celebrate
Efforts a waste

I sat
I cried
Bitter was the taste

God director
Life surprise
Destiny a maze