The walls went down
And all was silent
But for the battle drums
We had been so far apart
The desire for connection
For freedom, normalcy
Almost
Overcame our fears
Of death
Just almost.
I walked the streets
In the dark
It was 9 pm
Not a single soul
I strayed to the memory
Of times when the night
Was full of life
Now, it is all dark
Quiet, but for the drums
And lifeless.
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Benie Langat
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.
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