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Peter Muthama Poem
WHEN AM GONE
I can only imagine of what will happen when am gone
Am so scared now that I have heard there is nothing I can do before my time
The thought now creeping closely
Destroying every moment of my breath
I am dope………….
What actually will or how will it be
When during the ‘scene’
And the wind blows to the west
The bitterness of the day
Smearing each face with “Blonde”
And messages being sent
The fame being spread
And finally the Man ‘in black’
Finalizes with the gospel
I can only imagine of the mood
Tears falling swiftly like streams from Nile
And then its done
He says, in his speech
‘May he rest in peace’
Copyright © Peter Muthama | Year Posted 2017
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Peter Muthama Poem
COWARDICE
I hold no grudges with the future
The terrestrials defines my remorse
And the magma could only solitice
My definite threads and shorouk’s
Are an adventurous comfort
Rising in the mamons
And defying my being
Only to stretch to the successes
Sad
The artificial
And what then would the golds bring
Sweetness, happiness, rejoicing
Am an astitute
But mine is pure glimpse
Abnormal but obvious
I still consider the Tetracks
Am so, so sorry to say but
I wish they will still be part of this….
Copyright © Peter Muthama | Year Posted 2018
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Peter Muthama Poem
BROKEN THE PROMISE
I made a mistake,
I broke the promise,
I had vowed to keep it no matter what happens,
I MADE YOU SAD.
I am filthy and….
Completely naughty,
Incredibly out of my mind.
I went to depths and made you savage over me,,,,
How cruel am I?
To outfit and outweigh
I regret having not fulfilled
What I had promised over the years.
I took you for granted and annoyed you
Here now am claiming for clemency
After all what have done to you
Am whispering in sorrow
My heart fails me
It hurts,
Have mercy on me…..
Copyright © Peter Muthama | Year Posted 2017
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