Moving On Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

moving on i moved,
towards the direction of thin air,
that linked my elevatinn of steel care,
Building All sorts of ambitions,

as i suffered wisdom from previous circumstances,
i then made a move of a strong foundation made from tears,
in which i was a villan in a fantasy world,
but then, moving i woke up.

with much confidence,
my hated was cruely moved away,
beyond the line of the living dead,
but i continued the move with my temper,
and awaited destiny by the movement,
oh! yes life goes on!

he divorced saddness,
revealed an unidentical identity,
not determined by curiousity,
and by moving opened a new chapter,
that words cannot read,
yet the comprehension of a moved picture,
whose eyes cannot see,

but i vanished the inability to climb high,
the merchanism of the elements empowered,
yes! elements of the same segmentation,
in the queue with joy and happiness,
it was ectatic in zeal,
escaped from the evil boundaries of the past,
and ears got teared apart,
and he devoted the pride,
after all, life goes on