Unorthodox Poem by David N. Munene

Unorthodox



Fell on my forehead
Bruised the tail instead
Fried my fingers
Badly my toe lingers

Is this the life I chose?
Or is this the life that chose me?
All I do is unorthodox
Like stuck head down in a box

The joy in me
Are these tears you see
My death is my misery
And my misery; my death’s mystery

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David N. Munene

David N. Munene

Kalimoni, Kenya
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