Poem
IT KEPT OOZING
The struggle of strength
Doors of tries kept coming
When the journey in thorny road
It kept oozing till now
It's hard to call for help when the soul it's drifting to the ditch side death
It sounds hard to say a word
When the oozing of the blood turn severely
Then all a long people were filled with silence
It's hard to keep announcing same things over and over
Yes! It's tiresome
How shall we cease an oozing blood without a doctor
It's like moving in the dark place expecting to reach home safely
When the road is filled with thorns
Then it kept on oozing
Till the day I said goodbye
It was a irreversible goodbye
The say that many follow
@by Kenneth singoyi
©Poetry
In life people move in many tret hers of challenges but struggle don't mean give up .it's hard work and consistency that makes a difference .