In The Tentacles Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi

In The Tentacles



tightly gripped by the tentacles
the tentacles of solitude
the fullness of this emptiness
the rustle of leaves in a dry summer wind

in solitary confinement in this prison
this prison brimming with other demented souls
the sordid sound of this silence
the deafening sound of demented minds

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