It only fades when the sky is dark
The lonely ideas of a poor soul die in uncertainty.
Rolling minds of the hopeless dead,
Lie in the sands afar,
Value your heart like a dagger is near
Clean this mind with a peak so high
I have moved in silent streets in the nights of storm
Though they seemed like dreams, there was a portrait
Oh the home coming!
Author: Dennis Ssesanga
Dennis is a public health worker with passion for poetry. He is currently one of the promoters of a spoken word platform called Open Mic Uganda that gives opportunity for poets from various walks of life to showcase their talents at monthly shows