They told me poetry pays
Nitume.jiaminie
I work hard day after days
Left my career to die
I spend my night writing poems
Hoping my dreams will come true
Line after a line to get a theme
But nothing comes through
Perhaps am not supposed to perform
Perhaps I need to write a book
Ain't good with people
I keep my circle small
Now it has become too tiny
Left me alone
To gaze in the dark
Like a blind leopard
Immesnsingly chasing a prey
Determination I have
Courage , confidence
But life treats me unfairly
Is it my fault?
PIECES OF A CHANGED SOUL
By bernardbaraka
Ever thought about poetry Poetry that digs deep into your heart? These are my poems.zero plagiarism They are... More