Freestyle

Free style Fire travailing and traveling Lies basking behind Sorrows burrowing my bones Empitiness dueling sleeplessness Vain expectations looming Kith and kins nagging Heaven's gate silence Prayers turn thorns Tide and time tumbling Girls gnashing Money mocking A wise man of Gotham Lost in the bin Looking and lulling Head empty Bed bugs bagging Streets streaming Echoes hanging in the air Kisses chasing Two look at two Heartbroken, tears conquered Smile restored Tomorrow is gone Today is now Sex is stupidity Pleasure is vain Death is glory Poverty is honour Growth a trap Reality is perception Who are you Am just a freestyle Written by Awoh Kingsley *the pattern of the above poem is a freestyle...written when i was depress and confuse. 8th Jan, 2013