Scribbling Poem by kennedy musyoka

the sun is just setting,
the storm is about to
begin,
darkness encloses,
lightening strikes,
orange in the horizon,
turmoil is about to explode, can feel the thickness, the air is becoming hard to grasp,
so far yet so near as I can reach is the sky to the eye horizon it seems,
the depth of confusion intrusion of a kind,
the sight is of an orgy,
biology nor geology,
as far as I can see the much I can breath,
the sky ain't a limit no more,
i can see no challenge to its emerse height,
the valley swallows the sun whole,
the clouds of storm is what is left a hole so huge not so deep,
a depth so me low of a hole so small,
the meaning of the writtings I
cannot say,
not writtings on the wall but scribbled by my pen,
the end is near I do not
fear,
what is about to happen
what is not to,
so far as the sky is left whole, the diverse change of aura up the yonder,
i wonder if the sun will ever come back,
destruction is the earth where I once walked,
the plants of the path I long for what is at now when the sky falls ain't not,
the fear in your eyes no one else can clear,
the wind emerse our minds it will probe,
dig deep it will what ever the storm brings I shall
fear not,
grief will hit u if your heart is weak,
i can scribble no more coz my pen has run out of ink.