It's not easy
being a sensitive man...
Alone and far from the madding crowd
it stood...
My red freedom, you've a door
Knocked on by each blood stained hand...
Here I am,
looking at the dark sky...
Coal dusted face,
hardened eyes...
I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...
~~
in serene silence...
*I know this is very long... got on a roll writing...
"Dear Diary" is how each page began and...
I used to find solace
deep within your words...
Keys
despite...
I hide behind fake lines
of being a proud African son...
I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...