Apnea Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

It went like this in the first play
When the night overcame the day
My mind pretending to be resting
My subconscious wrestling
Apnea
Floating up in air
I had a worker very playful
Irresponsible, forgetful
He was to drive my truck
But i was out of luck
My truck drove itself
Leaving a trail of a rope tethered to a shelf
Disappeared down the road
When i followed the rope i went cold
The rope was broken
The truck was only a token
My worker was playing 'slug'
Doing drugs.
I went beyond a bridge
Up a ridge
There were pieces of scrap metal
This was my truck i could tell
A mechanic stood by smiling
My anguish piling.
It would cost eleven thousand
to recover my truck from the sand
I woke up fitful
My bladder full full.

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