Down the Drain

I turn the shower on
And let the water drip, slip, down into the drain
Washing away the day’s remains.
Limp limbs hanging heavy
Shoulders slumped surrendering to my. . .
Mind, slipping;
Can’t hold onto my thoughts
Like water through fingers, dripping
My concentration is dwindling
Like the limited light of a lone candle
In the vast darkness of the night;
It’s futile.
So I close my eyes,
Feel the water cascade down my face
In little streams like tears,
Dropping
From the heavens
moistening the dry earth, I am
Refreshed.
I release a sigh,
That comes out a cry
And sounds hollow
And dry
Like the echo of a once supple well.
I used to be well, but now
I’m not feeling that well…
So I let the water run away
With my current state of disarray,
Washing my body,
Cleansing my soul,
As I am physically mentally emotionally
Drained…


*I been feeling down lately so i decided 2 write and put it into the form of poetry and off my mind*

The colour of my people

Warm milky chocolate complexion
spiked bitter-sweet by dark coils of afro hair,
wisps of liquorish eyelashes,
curled and lush,
crust on the edges like a pie
along hazelnut eyes.
A cool sweetness about those blackcurrant stained lips
and mint white teeth.
Soft and smooth hands and feet
with butter colour yellow palms and souls
laced with caramel fingers and toes.
Scoops of brown sugar booty,
breasts overflowing the bowl
like a chocolate fudge sundae with cherries on top.
Some, mixed cookies with cinnamon freckles
and chocolate chip bits,
don’t make them less delicious than
sun baked biscuit brown brothers and sisters.
Others, black coffee, no sugar no cream,
with a lingering aftertaste
like a lucid dream...

My eyes feasted on the colour of my people!