No Place To Hide Except In The Familial Cool Shade * Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Human shapes sticking out goading the human psyches to spite the world
That is custom since time immemorial
Nothing changed the smooth and rough edges except by the curse of the human psyches
Steady looks and posture endure the pangs of haemorrhage
That trickles throughout the cold body

Wind blowing with all kinds of missiles hurting the scares
No place to hide except in the familial cool shade
Out of shape by the psychic bend the eternal curse of the looks, shapes and scares
Calling out the big ‘head’ deflates hope to face the world

Nothing has or will stop the tongue venom
And nothing will respond to the psychical bend except internal cry and suffering in solitary confinement
Rainstorms will come and go; rock shapes will remain or will even grow big eyes and horns
A horrible spectre provoking the human psych to cause more harm to the soul