Nigel Chinwadzimba Poems

Pain rains like paint, hence cuts like a knife.
It's magma mingled with stigma-
It sticks like ticks on chicks.
It stings and stinks.
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it's the dreams that scares me
The visions that tears me apart
Exposing them draws comfort
Hence, discouraged in the process,
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Alone I sit, in this empty room
My heart as still as the silent tomb
For I've driven them all away
With my actions, my words, my dismay
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In a world where shadows linger deep,
Where hope's embrace seems far and steep,
Amidst the pain and daily strife,
We yearn for solace in this life.
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In the depths of my soul, a tempest brews,
A life filled with rage, where pain ensues.
For those who hurt me, dear to my heart,
A maddening paradox, tearing me apart.
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In the realm where colors dance and dreams take flight,
Where imagination weaves its tapestry of light,
There lies a passion, deep and true,
A love for art, forever pursued.
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In the depths of a soul, a tale to impart,
Lies a wounded spirit, a bleeding heart.
Its crimson rivers flow, a somber art,
Whispering secrets that tear worlds apart.
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In the depths of my soul, aching and raw,
I pen this piece, my heart to draw.
For you are the embodiment of all my dreams,
The muse that inspires my silent screams.
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In the depths of shadows, I find myself confined,
Bound by the weight of sins that aren't mine,
Aching heart, burdened soul, I silently bear,
The pain of their transgressions, so unfair.
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In the depths of my wounded heart, a lonely ache resides,
Where judgment's icy tendrils pierce, where solace often hides.
For the world, it weaves a tapestry, a portrait incomplete,
Unaware of the trials I face, the battles I discreetly meet.
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