Each morning a visit to town I'd make
A ride on my bicycle I would take
With a hat to shield from the sun in the sky
I visit the market for provisions to buy
"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered
Into the market, with a worried heart I walked
Not knowing if it lies in wait, if I am being stalked
A mask on my face, that's my only shield
I have no other defence, no weapons to wield
"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered
Hurriedly I left the sinister market place
Having bought what I needed, homeward bound I'd race
My rusty creaky bicycle wouldn't go very fast
Thankfully it wasn't far, I was back home at last
"Was it there?" I asked
"Did it get me?" I wondered
With a little soap and water, I washed my trembling hands
And silently I wished, it is not in this land.
"Is it here?" I asked
"Could it be there?" I wondered
Is it here?
20200414 2345 hrs
#Poetry #PoetryByHarolde
#napowrimo #glopowrimo
Nobody's Park
(Sung to the tune of Nobody's Child) As I was slowly passing A busy town one day I lingered for a moment To watch people on...
-
Amok What is faith, except hope in desperation? All Putera Mikal wants is to gain the Amok Strength, the supernatural power granted by ... -
An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f... -
GETARAN JIWA 1958 — VIBRATIONS OF THE SOUL Singable English lyrics, my version . . . VERSE 1: Getaran jiwa, melanda hatiku ...