Unshrouded Poem by Eric Mwenda

They come tumbling down
these cascades of dignity,
stripping you off your very cool,
leaving you naked

Long have they been shaped,
by cruel hands of fate,
tall towers to haber your patient,
your inner peace,
understanding,
indifference,
completeness.

They come tumbling down
into ashes,
And you gotta pick up yourself again,
And start all over again;
A grown up back to childhood,

They tumble down,
And leave you scorching
in turbulent stinky waters of life.