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Allan Mwiti Poem
I slowly crush it between my fingers,
Can it be harmful?
I roll it to just the perfect size,
Can it be guilt that I feel?
I think of a good spot to hide,
Can I let anyone know how I truly feel?
I walk past my neighbors houses,
Can anyone notice me?
And cross the open field,
Is it worth all this trouble?
I hide behind a tree and squat,
Should I go through with this?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath,
But can it be?
I light it up and take a puff,
Reality fades. Everything greys.
Regret crashes in. I should have thought twice.
I swear - never again!
The substance that cost me my life.
Copyright © Allan Mwiti | Year Posted 2019
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Allan Mwiti Poem
Dear Universe,
Teach me the universal language.
Religion speaks to the believers,
Science speaks to the doubters who need to see to believe,
History whispers to the wise,
And magic calls to the dreamers chasing joy.
Mathematics may be the closest we come
To understanding the language of the divine—
But numbers still guard their secrets.
Letters, meanwhile, form a bridge between worlds.
I like to think that art is the universal language—
Where music unites us,
And memories dissolve into melodies,
Passed down through generations as timeless stories.
Yours humbly,
xoxo
Copyright © Allan Mwiti | Year Posted 2019
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Today I live and think,
Of all that could have been.
A whiskey I may drink,
To drown what I have seen.
Greatness is what I seek,
Yet despair is what I’ve seen.
Hope is heavy, silent and sleek,
Yet this burden is my sin.
I choose this path to stick,
Worth it all, if I can win.
Today I live and write,
Full of love, yet sometimes despise.
Let these words become my light,
A little rhyme, a touch of spice.
Let me get my story right—
The mask I wear, the truth I disguise.
I pray my future will be bright,
Tossing dreams like gambler’s dice.
To turn my wrongs into right,
A bitter blend of pain and vice.
Time may test my soul and sight,
But endurance still feels nice.
So I give my all for this fight.
With patience, I’ll wait the storm—
In time, I’ll find my way.
To darkness I will not conform,
For nothing forever will stay.
Even when pain becomes the norm,
I shall have the final say.
Copyright © Allan Mwiti | Year Posted 2025
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