The light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Didn't die.
Your eyes,
Grew tired, collapsed and,
Crumbled.
You made it die,
Your weakness, a defeat,
It's a feeling...
"The Light"
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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