Deep Into Ghosts Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Too late to be a prodigy
Fungible zones of abilities,
Apexes so long and sharp like insulae
My kind brought me up this time chain,
When what all I ponder is archaic scrolls,
Exorcism embossed in Cyrillic vintage pulp,
Cyric mirrors take my image in vain
Captioning,
'Putin' 'em back to their ghost graves '
Paranormal activity in the cemetery?
But my feet is larger than the summit area
You soar deep into my flesh when I stand
I stand on your 'guaranteed support'
Very thin ended to be honest you are
Nailing down my feet for a firm stand?

Pressure when I Fork!
'Chess chronicles' I said,
Standing on top of this blade
'I swear am still okay! '
'Shawty am A-OK👌🏽'
No straps and midnight walks to bars
Crack codes that reoccur ignorance
My nigga swore no physical wars
Weeping with Justice till there are no woes.