The Way 🇰🇪

My transparency is a complex paradox
Something’s deeply hidden in my pen strokes
Even though the authenticity seems real
There is still what I will never ever reveal
Coz if my words do not make me
Then what is really left of me?
So whenever you read a sad poem
Know that my journal could be its home
Doesn’t matter if you wear nice cologne
You shall drink your cup of wrath alone
Though life constantly gives you humble pie
No one will eat with you just to help you die
Maybe I need to beg earnestly on my knees
Only then will a soul likely heed to my plea
Just slit my throat and set me free

KJ 📖✍🏾🇰🇪