When the sky wept with me.
I’ve oft wept with the cloudy sky, Cried when it thundered so loud, With each drop, a tear too drop'd, Reminiscent of my prolonged cry. Dawn smiled as it rises But deep a gully has formed With fears so handful to be crowned. As a storm my mind praises. Every stride I take with stress, I’m a living bumpy ride — Of sadness, penning each with pride For life’s abundance in meagre traces. Today dusk shuts a dark curtain, Sinking hopes once so certain. ©Bunguswa ™