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Round The Bend ( 191 Views)
written by : Tshiamo
The capturing of a soul behind chemical bars,
The shackling of a mind by the chains of imagination,
The seizure of cerebral powers,
When illusory soldiers capture the cognition
And phantoms run unchecked in the corners of the imagination,
There are whispers from unseen men,
Their voices grow louder and louder,
While they move further and further into the distance,
Sunsets become a beckoning of ghosts from a distant past,
Reality melts into a nothingness and
The world seeks only your destruction
Words once spoken true are the Judas that sells you cheaply
Convincing the One in white of your guilt,
Your strugles speak of a judgement and an insight lost
Movement becomes a means to a non existant end
Familiar faces are painted with a dull emptiness
Suddenly, you are alone.
But the world is so full of sights stranger than any hallucination
This is not you, this is not me, this is not this,
This world is full of strange things my friend,
Could it be that you are- what can I say
Mad?
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Had a solid lil story and the read was coherent... Emm a bit abstract but nice nonetheless. . Cheers writen by wandile-mndebele
Sonke siyahlanya, poetical genius thats what you are, nice one baba. writen by PaulHlongwane
This is a poem that just captures your heart instantly. writen by curried@gmail.com
