#CHRIST'SEXPENSE.
CHRIST'S EXPENSE.
#CHRIST EXPENSE.
Thoughts tormented me as I sat inclined and bend,
Then I heard silent noises whispering, "its not that bad",
As I consulted my peace of mind a turbulent wave struck my emotions,
So fierce that I felt violent flow of tears,
I locked my eyes with an heartily smile but it was so late,
My own tears were drowning me, in lving I had no fate,
I lied inept and my heart hit the ribcage so violent,
With thrills pinching without ceasing,
The days in the land of living were traumatizing,
Deep I sensed my heart so dirty, being made an ambiance of sorrow,
I trembled literally like one who's chilled,
I inhaled and exhaled deeply seeking solace in that captivity ~but in reality I was jailed,
Then I tried pulling my hands together but sideways they were nailed,
I sought *" FREEDOM"* but that was a land of slavery,
My own conscience mocked and denied me when I wholly needed its bravery,
Everything had loosen and I had to hold tight,
I seemed like shadowy dream in reality~darknes craving light,
Then a flash crossed my sight and reminded me some owned rights,
Then I gave the skies a peep,
I paused my cries,
Up was a shining cross full of pools of blood as varst ocean waters,
Cool and warm~so desirable from far,
I crowled and drowned as I swam in the pools,
And there I cleaned and shed my sorrow and worries,
I emerged as white as snow, new from old and happiness from slavery.
©wAN.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2019 Stephen Mwangangi
