You were a Saturday nightfall;
a thousand phantom leaves would sprawl...
A swirl of silence,
wraps nostalgic whiff of tea...
Dear Mother,
Please don't you worry...
In a room of pure darkness i pick up my pen ,
my trembling hand wipes away the mascara stained...
I guess it's not goodbye,
I guess it's not farewell...
She hides in fear
She turns away from...
Why should I care ..
.. when you chose not to...
It was a good day, that turned sour.
It would seem you hold that power...
Such sorrow in Africa
children starving without food...
I feel chills,
Straight to the bone...
My mind; a highway
bearing hosts of arrivals...
Do you remember when I gave up everything to be...
remember when I always tried and you always lied...