What is this deep feeling?
What am I telling myself?
What about the kneeling?
Why am I saving this self?
Why am I making prayers?
Why are they unanswered?
What's taking them years?
I deserve to be answered!
"Questions"
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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