Life Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

Life



Is this mine prospects? Oh a curse
Damn be this ethos bite so sour to
Fail the brothers conscience with it
Life spelt a dilemma. Alas, is this life

When I stride a leap further, mine
Fox trap I craft alike stage props in a
Play to weigh more the drama. Is it, l
Strive you to mocketh and condemn

Damn be this life I live to endure on
That bitterness casted not by this
Progeny rather an ulcerative colitis
That is instigated by your folly awry.

Saturday, January 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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Wilson Tinotenda Waison

St. Mary's clinic, Chitungwiza Harare Zimbabwe
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