JEREMIAD: "STORM" BY CYRA THE POET

Rash hours in the chilly mornings, 

early wake ups to go to work,

no platform of what will be the outcome, 

much of struggles to stuff. 

Life full of steps ,

Well equipped to go to work ,

lack of notice to the records ,

no where to survive. 

Landlord worse than wasp sting ,

daily in the rental doors ,

notice all over the plot,

everyone aware of unpaid.

On Monday dawns ,

wakes to prepare the child to school, 

After an hour, back to the compound ,

school fee needed in full payment, 

staffs aren't in negotiations. 

Malnutrition hits slowly by slowly, 

doctors say  need greens,

but where are the greens to be seen,

atleast I need an answer.

Last born still young,

needs a well take off,

but what for what,

compound is none the empty .

a little while drops are no more ,

life starts its limit ,

what about tomorrow, 

know one knows about it.

The young one ,

needs a serious medics ,

only a storm to cage it all over ,

two days after, 

dispears  in world of no come backs. 

sorrows and mourns hits me ,

what next for me,

life is a storm , 

I have no weapon ,

to fight anymore.

CYRA THE POET

(Dripping pen)

- Kenya

The poet persona laments over the issues that both the young and old face in life, not excluding himself. The voice seems to be tired of facing challenges.