This poem was published in the Writers Space Africa (WSA) Monthly Literary Magazine in August 2018.
Dim
I see
Nothing any far
Mine world is breached
Loss, debts, deaths, blame, wretch-head
The past haunting, the hidden scaring
But, defeat thereof, is here, near, now
Light glows; the fog finds cover, and time
Counts its own, once more when dusk’d
Sleep and turn again all over!
Life’s back when none’d seem
I see all ahead
But prickly unseen
My get-away
Is.