Even The Day Is Draped In Black Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso
Even The Day Is Draped In Black
I would cast a net
To catch better days
But the thing is
I would always come up
With debris from the past
I would aim arrows at joy
I'll hit bull's-eye
But it'd be pain
That splatters on my face
And when you tried
For so long
To make a shot at something
Without success
You end up thinking
You're a failure
And you'll never get
What you want out of life
That's what I thought
I was wrong
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5/15/2024 12:10:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I could read this poem again and again!