My 2015 most viewed poem!

Aston kamunde

I walk afraid to imagine,
For am spared all realization,
Of what pattern you have for me,
Is it beautiful, ugly, or scary?

The talented birds are the only saving graces,
With the golden sun dappling softly through the beautiful trees,
All my stances are hoping against hope
Petrified to get your wrath,
Frantically looking for a sign,

Often you have an unforgiving hand,
In a maze of poisonous tantrums,
With no jaded desire to spare,
In an instant you cause havoc and pain,
And also a battling beautiful fantasy,

When I close my eyes in the ending of the day,
To review and reflect on your surprises of the day,
I cuddle tightly with my pillow,
Because it is the only savior of the night,
Life, why don’t you just be good and just good

Every second seems synonymous with the other,
For i can’t shake off this nagging…

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