Blown By The Wind Poem by Wellington Tichagwa

Here I am blown by the wind.
After permanent shelter where I can serene myself.
My enemy's dreams will soon buzz to live.
One day or the other, I will be ambushed by grim beasts of heart.
The deeper I will try to squeeze absent from the blackjack, the more the chains will limit my tiny form.
I am truely scared of my enemy's screaming joyous tone and that I always be all ears when he passes through an obstacle.
If he arrives, he shows no respect and quickly carries my form away.
He enjoys very much in evil doings and has no second for my problems.
He value my grievances to be nuisance as if are unexcogitable.
I never wished for something like this, so it is now time to repress.