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POETIC VOICE
The emptiness of my inner voice
Rips my armour apart.
The agony, convulsion and affliction brings me nothing but endless malady.
I'm told to hold on to credulity
But the wariness inside my heart makes it hard for me to hold on to my temerity
For I am filled with animosity
I'm drowning deep in anguish
For my sword I fail to nourish.
Poetically I'm mourning the death of my heart
Emotionally I'm losing every piece of my soul
For my soul is tainted and tormented
If there's a voice In me Is that of a poetess who forever beg her silenced emotions
Not to darken the centre of her heart
For her not to be wicked at heart
But to eternally sing songs of peace and that of love through her shattered voice of a poetess...
@KWENADI THOBEJANE
2020 COLLECTION OF POETRY
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