Throttle down, full, one hundred,
Switching, in lanes, one - handed,
A list full, loaded with what I hate,
But, just a single word for my fate!
Pounding heart syncs engine screams,
Realities flashing blinding my dreams,
Out of gas! Let's end this conversation,
Bye! Am out looking for a gas station!
"The Refill"
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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