When will this insomnia cease?
Shallow be the depths of peace.
With a restless mind
To a bed, ropes of sleep can never bind.
Burning the mid-night oil
As time continues to toil.

When will these typhoons of emotions be stilled?
Is this what destiny has willed?
Schemed with devilish hands
Never a servant, always the one who commands.
This pioneer who’s adamant about this acquisition.
With an unrelenting ambition which leaves me in a weaken disposition.

When will the bugle siren surrender and white flag be lifted?
On trial for a crime and can never be acquitted.
Still a prey on the run and predator ensue a chase.
I flee with a gazelle’s pace and she follows with a lioness grace.
What’s my crime you may ask?
Transgression of a heart.

By Mc Bain Sammy


Dear reader:
My plea: Not guilty!
My defense: If I did steal, rob, pilfer her heart, then how can she be alive? Isn’t your heart that thumping thingy in your chest that makes you live and without you’ll die? If I have it in my possession, how come she not dead? Scientifically is not possible for me to steal it and she to still be living, so people of the jury, I’m innocent, I rest my case!