You are on your desktop
You are high, on creativity
The power of creation in your fingers
The muse has finally fallen for your charm
Stripping for you she has accepted

You separate the chaff from the grains 
It’s the poem you have been writing for ages in your mind
It’s finally coming at hand
It’s the story that has been choking you
It’s finally getting out
And then power blackout storms in
You hadn’t saved
You curse, curse and curse
Everyone and no one in particular 

When Power blackout leaves
You switch the desktop on
Your heart frightened in your hand
And there, you are hit by relief
Sigh! It’s there
Just as far as you had got .


By Oyamo Richard


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