A Ghost In Need Of A Resting Place
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Kenneth Maswabi
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Shells of my lost memories
Linger inside my empty hands
Sorrow left empty burrows inside my heart
All my tears consumed by an unforgiving world of pain
I am left holding onto an empty face
My happiness was taken away by the winds of time
I am a broken pot in need of a potter
A dry bed of a long gone river
Exposed to the harsh elements of time
My life was sucked dry by my fleeing stories
My bones left to rot inside my decaying life
I am a shell of my former self
A ghost in need of a resting place
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