GEORGEViLLE

In the backdrop of intense winds and outside rustling leaves,  You clutched your rosaries and  bibles in grim silent terror 'Shut your Eyes' 'Don't peek or speak'-echoed internally like divine law You froze to the clack sound of bone and wood against the dorm floor  And lost faith in the cross you had drawn on the suitcase squeezed onto the side of your bed You repented and said a silent earnest prayer for miraculous instant sleep. You instead recalled Muwanga's horrid prescient natter on these creatures Earlier in the bright sunny secure blanket of day The uninvited night violent guests - ghastly apparitions carried with them  slappy  treats for the naughty boys and much too often made off with their valuables to the obscure world beyond Woe unto those who curiosity tricked into opening their eyes, Legend had it that Kakalabanda liked such rebels the most and it was said that he was certain to carry them away never to be seen again. @Georgewkiwanuka *Kak...

I am going to wring you a heartfelt ballad on a dry old note and cage it in a dimming glass bottle I'll pour out my unfeigned hopes and fiery desires Toss and set it adrift the lake I'll hope that you dig in, inhale and partake of the thousand dreams and memories imprisoned in the fading glass dungeon I am irresolute with feelings a thousand feet tall thwarted by open sores from spewing and affirming them So I'll lay back and envisage you...your thin brown fingers cracking open the bottle bathing in the liberated plaudits and sunbaked laments of my soul I'll send you a message in a bottle, and...wait for you to come  rescue me, For I am marooned on a defeatist desert island Gloomed and smothered by ambivalence without a ship in sight @Georgewkiwanuka