Dark as the bags

Beneath his tired eyes.

Burdens as heavy

As his deep muffled sighs.

Repent! Repent!

But still-

He feels the same.

If only he knew

He is not the one to blame.

Slaving away

Day after day

Numbing his pain

To keep the demons at bay

If only he knew

He is stuck in the game.

Check after check-

Diagnosis? You’re just insane.

As the grass grows,

Money flows as

Money goes.

Slow down,

My dear friend.

As He said-

For this is just the beginning,

Not the end.

-Kelly Wiman

https://africanpoetrybf.unl.edu/contest-prizes/sillerman-prize-for-african-poetry-winners/

Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poetry [Free Contest!]

This poetry writing contest rewards one unpublished poet with a cash prize and publication. While self-published poets are not eligible, editors or anthology contributors are welcome to submit!

Word count: At least 50 pages

Prizes: $1,000

Entry: Free!

Closing date: 01 December 2023

#AfricanPoetry

Happy Black Friyay

November 24th

24.11.2023