When the night falls. 

In the darkest of the moments,
When grey shades take over the sky
And the blackness of the twilight spread to the infinity,
When the murkiness of the night tide blinds the eye
And the dim sundown shadows tricks all to bed,
In the hour of the sorcerer,
When weeping souls blubber in lamentation
As the owls hoot in rhythm with the wind.

A lonely soul scribbles down it’s anguish
And let’s it tears get washed away with the ink,
When its time to accept its constant disappointments,
When its flaws and defects hit its floors like failed parachutes,
When it comes face to face with its invalidities and weaknesses
And the sound of the sad song vexes it’s weary self,
When its head knows no chest to cry out its fears on
And no pillow to quench its sobbing,
When its time to break, and there is nothing to hold on to
And all the beauty fades away…

But the sobbing soul finds solace in the pen,
A listener to its Hullabaloos,always ready to soak down its tears
An angel in disguise, who lightens and settles it to glow
Like a hero; genuine, true and loyal
Like the sun that lights the day and the stars that brighten the way

And the soul dawns with a glow, for the pen is a miracle worker!
By. Dennis K Bundi.

bundidennis.wordPress.com

Published by Bundikiambi

"GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons." Desiderata

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