THINGS GONA BE ALRIGHT

AM ON RIGHT LANE. I don't know how long I don't know how many litres Of tears and agony I don't know till when When I'll cross the line The line of pain and regret Though I keep moving My days stand sun of pain At night the moon of sorrow Stars laugh at my face Twilight mimics my gushing Night wind opens my healing wounds Death seems closer as grave in my eyes Though I keep moving. I stand tall in the fading sun I smile brighter of life fog I run even at the smog lane I must endure the bees of the jungle I must silence the roaring shadow lion Yes I must stand to be counted I must keep moving. ©I.BPoemsKenya™ 6|03|2024.