Kalungi Kenneth Jackson Poetry.

I feel the desolation of a desert my ticker is so heavy with affection to find the oasis to quench this inclination, the one with the power can’t say hello to being my hero, aimless like a zero I rest my agony on the pillow.
Prattling to the moon
to beacon upon this fondness within this strange space of a loom where tenderness blossoms with a perfect blend of veneration.
A flawless flower out of my reach, I conjure the heavens to draw you close such that my epoch of soreness is extinct. The de-boss of my revere for thee is stupendous

Kalungi Kenneth Jackson.