Sunday, 17 April 2016


My soul wants to run away,
to a place it has never known.
Life's meaning has been redefined,
to a meaning it has no yearning for.

It scratches my inner side,
bruising my inner self walls,
left behind, writings of hate,
graffiti that read a sore fate.

The utterly feel, displacement,
feels so right from the inside,
but so wrong from the outside.
'My soul's living in the wrong era'.

"Wrong Era"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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