Merlin Mwaura Poems

Cut and broken...
went through a glass once again,
little pieces of what once was,
still embedded within,
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Black ink blotting on paper,
the sages are brewing vapor...
onto paper for the educator,
A post script for the narrator,
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It is like losing my vocabulary,
Losing an integral part of me,
Which I know glows ever more dim.
It is silently thinning away,
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I'll be the man, who isn't afraid to stand,
To admit that he is wrong an' someone else is true,
I'll be the man who dreams all that is good.
I'll be the man to make it all come true.
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Why I always linger in sight,
not of a pervert an' the indecent kind,
but by the gait of a gentleman...
At the mold of a maiden flesh,
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I got this emptiness dying inside me..
why this emptiness lying inside me,
what glory is it deserving,
what aims, intends on having.
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The pungent scenes that come to mind,
filth that covers like rain on all surfaces.
an' even now, more than ever on our faces.
But this dirty shower does a lot more harm...
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Clutch in the morn of nine,
a little girl cries her tears out.
'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are...
is this not the much spoken, girl child.
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There are times I have not the slightest clue why i act the way i do.
It is not an amaizing fit really, just my usual self carrying along the trend, I
addictively attend to....life!
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Is it a pillow an' no bed...
or is it a bed with no pillow.

Life gives the cushions,
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