Just Give Me Rest

People can’t just give me rest Once I start my own They would be caged in a nest   Every minute, they are on my matter Every second, they are on my nerves With their altitude and character   Seeking to drown me into depression But Alas! They are doomed I would drown them into…

After the Party

Walking down the street of tees, in a small growing town where my university was located, I heard a quacking sound by the bush side; i turned left and right, i saw nothing. I fastened my steps but as i walked faster, it all seemed as if I had made no effort at all because…