HURT HEARTS

Deep down our hearts,

Great souls
have built huts,

With their respect, off our hats,

Humility!

Tonnes of sorrows,

Bend our hearts so low,

And we are left so raw,

Heartbroken!

We bury our own,

Nothing more do we own.

More or less, life moves on,

Expectations!

We bet, our past we will forget,

And nothing in our lives to regret.

Always trying to live by what we get,

Optimistic!

By Arens Bosire