JEFFREY FEBI
The work of my mind
Noiselessly hammering
Profusely sweat less
And blisters hidden
But the pains
They yell silently
Reverberating across crevasses
And high mountains
Of grey matter
These work of my mind
Sometimes they die
But aren't buried forever
Many a lonesome moments
Arise like mists they do
And the pains
They yell silently still