Risk

01 May Risk

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