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Sep 2020
They say the eyes are naked, not unless aided with eyes aid,

          My weaknesses, my nakedness
        No matter how hard I try to cover, seems like the garments I put are either torn or see me through

      I love me, yes, I do, but my heart filled with emptyness screams out its lungs to its territory, my body

                                 I feel empty, am naked, naked with my feelings jetting like the fountain, streaming like the small river
   Do not know the garment to cover my nakedness, though I will not let the whole of me be naked
      I will cover the uncovered, that I promise,,,,,


              Me


Love for all, trust to know one, life is such a misery
   Only 3yrs to life, yet feels like 3 decades of misery

  No matter what, I will find my destiny, if there is any as such
No matter what I will keep moving on by His grace, one of the only things I lean to

    My nakedness, no More
Irene Wangai
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Irene Wangai  19/F/Nairobi, Kenya
(19/F/Nairobi, Kenya)   
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