Unusual Mishaps Of Life Poem by Nissi lunga

My concentration takes phase, of the
moon part-time law-abider, part-time goon.
My mind apart by left-right divide,
my humbleness, equal to my pride.
Time running with my patience,
space bringing my impatience.
Partly sweet, bitter with a beat,
safe at home but laying on the street.
Awake without hallucinations,
sleeping with real life allegations.
Kind yet enveloped with peace,
cruel reputation stained by grease.
Wet dreams fresh from the gut,
dry and sad yet worlds apart.
Energetic and jumpy with deepness,
weak and woozy with hopelessness.
Crying with sounds of a whistle,
laughing with tears of pure crystal.