It is Friday

Written by: awoh kingsley awoh

I slide into the dark

A  solace from chaos

As my pen float upon the tablet of my heart

My pen bleeds

As the invisible tears and blood

Enveloped my bottle of beer

The damage is done,

The author is dead

His poetry pen was stolen on a Friday

Because he was trapped in the bottle of a ginger beer

At the bar on Friday night

Between my heart and my cocky pen

I stumbled down the street

For a glass because it is Friday