BEWARE OF THEM

BEWARE OF THEM

You can run but you cannot hide.
Sometimes I’m scared of those Crocodiles,
Who strip fake smiles on me
Strip smiles and laugh crazy, like Hyenas.

When they catch you
They strip you into pieces
Shape-less and confused
You get all messed up and drowned
Into deep dark seas

The shadows of the night
Making you tremble,
Your knees shaking and
You start running fast
Wanting to never look back.

It’s more like a disease,
Becomes dormant and
Sometimes fully blown

Your Life becoming infected
The loneliness
The adjustments
The confusion
Drilling in your head

It’s horrible
The emptiness
Feels alone
The touch of confusion
New predictions
Unsuccessful
Always pain in the heart

Piercing through, deep into the soul
The disease severely spreading
No matter how hard I try
The whole feeling is dead

The same horrible route
I hate it
Broken into pieces
Your senses on pension
Your body feeling weak
Full of non-visible bruises
Swollen faces

Swearing like a trooper
Long faces, matching bands
Looking and looking
All around
No hole to escape to.

M.S.G Seko
2005