Blood Cut Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Blood Cut



The pain felt never be known
Emotions so irksome to have
Poised me between these crown
Never to shout, only the nerve

This demise, descended alike a flash
Brother to have been devoured
Suddenly, so quite in that crash
Left at a wretch so scared

My conscience to have burst
Reminiscing utmost that cheer
Only to be left with a rinsed past
And never was life so dearer.

Frowning, groaning, my mourn
All that to have made no difference,
And this ditch now my misconception
Bored to know that you are no more

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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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