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Lifeless ( 218 Views)
written by : Lwando
The walls of my bower constrict on me.
On the verge of lifeless solitude I breathe.
The merciful pearl shines bleak in the dying of the light.
My veins clog in the bleaching potency of
darkness.
In her beauty lays the innuendo of serendipity.
In the darkness I galvanize as I heave.
He is driven by the drenched and flaccid
subordinates of my heart.
Ticks of life draw the very essence for I breathe.
Driven by the iron they wore they curse me
more.
I heave blazed by the boiling travesty
called my life.
I am conformed as a conjuror of the weakest
tricks of time.
My mouth is prone to bandy crude words of
Barbary.
But I and Africa always survives because
with us there is always hope.
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