Goodbye

I've learnt not to say goodbye,

when the sun is high above the sky.

My wit is resident in profound darkness-

wherein fright without manifested is my madness,

this madness that shys from sight;

of many equally afraid of the day's light.

But tonight I besiege the midnight moon:

shinning mildly not like angry embers of the sun on a dull noon,

to shine upon my sullen face,

as goodbye I master to say with my pace.

A goodbye under the moon is tender,

curbing my tongue that oft° lashes like thunder.

Tonight I say goodbye to my insane mind,

that's embraced my soul and heart with bitterness abound.

Bunguswa Writes.