Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Rookie - 76 Points (1992-04-23 / South Africa/ Johannesburg/ Krugersdorp/ Munsieville)

Living Things (Containers Of God) - Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Lingering upon my walls,
Heavy clouds of souls mixing with the water below
Cold sense ran through my blood
Knowing were they belong
Seems to petrify my glance
Victimizing my eased light soul
Darkening my darkness
Foolishly blinding my heart

My breath went shallow
The surface turned liquid
Drowning in sorrows of those who painfully seeks of souls
Philosophical mind controlling their urge
Faith talks evolutionizing their desire to steal away from those deemed not worthy
Devoid of Love nor Joy
Devoid of Choice nor Will
Devoid of life but life that undertook their mortal containers....! !

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 17, 2013

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