What Do You Know? Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

What do you know!
Saturday Morning!
I woke up feeling a little lightheaded from Friday night's exhilleration; a mind inspired and a heart determined to write even more.
I woke up feeling low; a huge thump in my chest and an inexplicable ache, something must've been missing.
I set out to write a poem what about I didn't quite know; but I played my newest inspirational song by the Cinematic Orchestrating everything in me to feel, surely this must conduct me into writing a power piece.
I woke up filled with immeasurable anger and with a little headache; what would this poem be about I asked myself, but I was fixated on how to finish it like Mortal Combat because whatever the story might be, it surely must remain enigmatic.
Friday Night!
Now this night was a lemon you see; bittersweat filled with poetry and dismay, it was late in the night still trying to figure out how I was going to find my way back home but seeing all these amazing artists on stage was so surreal and somewhat worth the while.
But something was still missing!
You see Friday night; two shoes seperated one went to the right and the other to the left, everything was alright until the other felt left out, the irony.
Friday night might have been inspirational but Saturday morning was a heavy blow to the heart's core; check his eyes and see the tears fall, heart screams no! But his mind still remembers all; pain felt but this poem reveals no secret hidden in its creative soul, so forget what you might have read because this part is important for the writer to grow...
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