I Miss the Sun
The ravenous rain ran down
From the porous skies
And caught us blind
When it exhibited it frown
To symbolize the vehemence of its reign.
We all missed the glowing sun
Before the mist came crawling down
To seize the gems of the
With greed, the storm stole the radiance
To unleash its frame
And darken our realm.
With ease it aimed at whom to waylay.
Its need to maim peaked during its heyday.
It came with the aim
To claim the names of whom to maim;
The tempest put out our glowing flame
And severed the fervor
That enamors the soul
In need of a warm embrace.
Allan Shawa
Allan Shawa is a 28-year-old Zambian
creative writer with a brief background in Short story, script, poetry and songwriting.
He is a diploma holder in Procurement and supply, currently working as a Tutor
in business studies. His hobbies include reading, writing, physical exercises,
watching wrestling, etc. Allan hails from a country that dismisses creative
writing as a viable art, however, his dream is to carve a living through
writing.
Fine, fine work.
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