Letters

Junior Mboweni

 

Letters
How many left us
How many led us
Still getting over many like ladders
 
 
Too many set ups 
One should sit up 
Sipped up too much of my cup 
Can't look up
 
 
A blank page I play
And people scribble on it with colours that stay
Words go astray like cats and dogs at night
and leave a hole in my soul I cannot weigh
 
 
Peaches, 
I'm picking up pieces of what peace is
Piecing it together word for word I see a picture
 
 
Trying to get out the stigma of living in fear
Living ain't fair but death is
Love cuts severe
And even happiness brings tears
  • Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2022 03:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    indisputably: Brilliant! poetry
    thank you, truly
    'A blank page I play
    And people scribble on it with colours that stay
    Words go astray like cats and dogs at night
    and leave a hole in my soul I cannot weigh'
    (so, so
    so relatable and that you
    purposefully
    chose, to word it accessible
    is something i respect you for
    more, than your poetic genius)
    again, thank you!

    • Junior Mboweni

      Thank you for finding it touching bro... It's a healing effect that comes when people appreciate what you've done with your pain.



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