Risk
By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga
It’s night,
Full of light,
The owl mourns,
The band brawls,
Quick or rather slow,
Before it turns into snow,
He had might,
Yet I was bright,
He was unloved ,
I was loved ,
Yet we all,
Bound with something small,
But bigger than a mall,
The Risk
He had money,
I was broke,
He bought her,
As I watched ,
We fought,
Yet he thought,
I would loose,
Without knowing that I was taught ,
To be bold like gold,
The Risk
For more of his poetry read Poetry of it’s time
By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga
