Torture Chambers Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi

Torture Chambers



regrets presiding over the inquisition
in the torture chambers of past hurts
the subconscious relentlessly whacked
bloodcurdling screams shatter the present
shards of broken hearts everywhere

the ghosts of the past stoutly refusing
stoutly refusing to yield to the future
there a fresh dawn yearning to sprout
the tide of pain is on the ebb

Saturday, June 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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