My solitude is funny one to me at least
A place I have gotten used to
In my solitude there is torment and peace
I want to reach out but I have no hands
I endeavour to see what is wrong with me … . but I have no eyes
I want to feel anything but I don’t exist
And there is also peace .. but it is this peace that seem to bother me
In this solitude there are conversations with god
I try to walk away but he follows me
So I had to ask him “ how can i be alone if you are with me”
In my solitude
“child” Gerald Munengami
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