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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