Sitting thinking, thrashing my innersole, not knowing whether to listen to the Darkness or to him that seem to be bright as the absolute sun that is the Light.
I recall the unkind past deep buried in my memories. How life and time have been mercilessly giving me a headache. Spent most of my days speculating about my misfortunes. How I spent my night time in isolation, with no one to love, to hug, and to save, dragging me away from such pains.
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A nice poetic imagination, Mduduzi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks