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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A collaboration with Kgomotso Itumeleng.

Solacethepoet :

Gloomy days and a broken halo.
Smile tainted with sadness,
Accompanied by silent reoccurring
moments of numbness. Daily I strive,
To keep my head up above this agony.
But I can't breath. I am fed up and
fucked up.

Kgomotso :

Maybe the problem is that
I sat in the dark,
Had a sip of vile 
Dined with the devil
Set my self alight
Hanged myself alive
I burnt from the expectations
I turned darker than my secrets 
I sold my soul
I Stand restlessly in my grave ,alive
In between two foreign exiles of lighting
Wound hearted 
Aching for breaths 
Like a free cloud.

Submitted: November 25, 2020

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