Strangled by the life-long guilt imparted,
Tears and fears were a staircase to misery,
On the walls of the heart hanged artwork,
Paintings of the cries and sleepless nights.
Merciable were the eyes, peaceful sparks,
Wobbly ladder, fell over, spilled the stars,
The green on the other side was a mirage,
Can't re-read that chapter, I flipped a page.
"The Chapter"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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I was once as clean as a newly hatched chic's beak, but you turned me into hell's doormat. Misery's doorbell on pain's bunke... -
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
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An all wrapping book. Our fore-fathers named it "Life". Well, we adopted the same name and so, we also call it "Life". A...
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