Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
I lingered to who called my good name
Left right center i gazed
A voice i listened to, soft and appearing
To the face i never eyed
Am not a believer of ghosts nor the joy they offer
So i moved in a maze oft humans to locate my caller
Like a wise man i set my limits though to attention of what i  had no wisdom of.
How i smile to a stranger and hugged a devil
Helped a feller and kissed my shoes
To which smile can i respond
Definately i made a choice and drove a first class admiration
Now am in and my way out lost
Many more like me and you are fished any moment
Keep on the look out not all you catch was meant and desire swept isnt assurance to hold
It still alert to harm commonly the innocent abide
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
308
   --- and its gonna make sense
Please log in to view and add comments on poems