‘Cuz my life is shaken to its
And slipped into dreadly sleep
Of worries and sorrows, I’m stirred.
Deadliest nights and days
Sits by me, and nurtures terror,
Lost inspiration to utter, dumb with
From one frail I hold another breath,
O lord, let me know when my day is
Anymore, I can’t smell any flowers,
But thinking of further hours
I have lost the composition,
My poetry rhymes with death,
Inside I am consumed by the blow
Of thine days numbered,
Too late to keep the composure of
No more pictures do my presence
That floats on hights of death
It is lost in the shadows of idle time
And I have lost the exit of all these,
It seems tomorrow is my funeral.
Author: Open Mic
Open Mic Uganda is a company that presents people with a platform that promotes poetry, spoken word and related art forms. It encourages the enhancement of poetry as a recognized art form that can be used as a tool for education, communication and entertainment.