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With Not A Place

With Not A Place

A Poem by Zypy Kirubi

Gaunt and frail
He heaved a heavy sigh
His strength waned
Rigid with grief
Active, stayed his mind
 
Once a man of daring and courage
Devoted to peace, loyalty, sacrifice
As seasons paraded past, his soul darkened
Frustrations and regrets nipped at him
Like an open wound festering with an infection
 
Fullness to nothing, he had become
With not a place to call home
Mounting his horse, settling firmly on the saddle
 Peered ahead, with an easy grace
At the misted Mountains. At the sparkling dew
 
Urging his horse away
From the old city, from his past
Not looking back
Not now.
Not ever.

© 2014 Zypy Kirubi



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Added on October 2, 2014
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