Jepchumba -rainman

His Pain

Beckoning the tears

He feels so far away

Streaming down his cheeks

Flushing out his dismay

No suppressing the sobs

That quake his being

Rocking free the avalanche

As his misery careens

Only to banish the demons

That torments his soul

His explicit reminders

Of all else to atone

Wrapping him ever so tightly

In his mental shackles

With their rattling reminders

Of his unfinished battles

Time to dispel the madness

Least all his being is detained

Sinking him into confusion

Consumed by his pain.

Ria – 2015