depression

Like a lion stalking sheep

It prowls the kraal of my heart.

Waiting, biding time

My thoughts like a sickly lamb

Limp and falter with each step

The lion growls in the fringes of my mind

Swiping at the weak boundaries of my thoughts

Hungry,  ready to pounce

Its only a matter of time

Before the walls cave in

Like a dragon

It swaddles my fragile heart

In its talons, pearls of blood

Its nostrils, spew toxic fumes

A deathly dance with the treasures within

My Hopes and dreams, of a life unlived

It is a matter of time before the walls shatter

And like paper planes,

They will be  consumed in fire and brimstone 

                                                              @soiredickson

Christmas traffic

This year, Christmas comes early

Showering our hearts

Not with cheer, but with icy drizzles

On the Nairobi-Nakuru highway

We are out here mingling

Not with people, but with traffic

We are out here making merry

Not with drink, but with our misery

And so the night slithers by

The sluggish trucks crawl away

We are stuck, in traffic

                                 +Dickson Soire 

chasing rainbows

Under the Soothing rays of a dreamy sunset

Devils danced on a barren rivulet

Cold food was served on lonely tables,

And Cheap talk accompanied the winding roads

Surf and sand was on my mind

Sweat and dirt coated my hands

All in the name of chasing rainbows

Someday, on a lonely path

High up on a grassy patch

There my journey will lead.

With My heart heavy as lead,

And my brain savoring empty memories,

There I shall dream of my bagful of rainbows