Friday, January 1, 2016




Till when shall I cry
Till when shall my pain hide
Till when shall I tear myself
And this bitterness crush me
Layers of guilt bury me deep
The fear of taking responsibility
I am haunted by her noises
The laughs that could be
My dreams are but reflections
Of a future that never was
For I let my convenience
Outshine the true faith
If God feeds the birds
She would surely come with a silo
(Forget about coming with a plate)
But today
Today,I unburden my dark soul
I come clean in confession
And let life for the trickled blood
I,worthy of a slain lamb
I aborted.

Warui Maina

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