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May 2014
like me or not, am here to stay
but only on purpose.
whether in the short or long-run,
i have got the courage to carry on .
Though many bare blind thoughts
i stand to sieve them for sense,
cause all i care for is positivity in the mind,
a listening ear, an open mouth to give the tongue
an opportunity of express, amidst misery
or fortune.

what i see can't be read, yet what i read can be seen
and what i bare is unbearable yet i still bare it.
what i think is not in my memory,but part of my thoughts
and what i act comes from my brain.
the brain uses energy to think
though food eaten doesn't go to the brain
what i feel is pain in the chest yet my brain holds the issue
in question.

so sorry for those whose Hearts decide without
contemplating; and have their minds open to
any ideas whose origin sounds worse
than a midnight horror

am not a fan of hear say but though easily taken
by facts.
stinking facts that rest the dead in peace,
and makes the winter surrender its
coldness for warmth.

a-pair of spects is not enough
to help me see this happen
rather the astonishing faith i bare
bends the ocean waves
to grant me a safe stay.
The untamed memories cling unto my back
strongly guiding me never to give up
but focus with passion.

And thereafter; wash my illusions
not to the setting sun
but the night moon to light the disgraced souls
with an ever-brightly-shinning tom-morrow.
my strength lays in my hope
my hope surrounded by faith
for its faith that i believe:
" all is possible"
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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