8AM
I woke up with sad news,
I couldn't believe
my writing passion is over,
I couldn't believe
my dreams
for crossing streams,
Faded within the last
moment of nailing it,
I lost that 100k
in that poetry competition,
My fans have gone
separate ways,
For i lost the love from fans
with a disappointment,
At home they
even don't wanna look at me,
For they've told me
before that poetry won't
put bread on their table,
I am feeling devastated
and i wanna destroy
what I've built.
I feel like my own self-doubts
are the demons who guard the gates of my potential,
For I've loosen hope
in this writing industry,
And it stop me from stepping through incredible future that stands in front of me,
Maybe writing
was the biggest mistake,
I guess i don't got dreams
or visions
in this industry,
For I've ran out of
passion.
I've loosen my friends
and family
because of poetic farm,
I hope one day, like
a ball
I'll bounce back and never fall.
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By Lewis Da-Lyricist
Iphupho [The Dream]
Poetry Book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem