A Fractured Will
You shroud an ache in drips
of wavering replies,
Immersed in memories
of
a futile time
You think in
twisted inflections of submersed pride,
a swirl of beliefs
engrossed in avertable rapture
You swing around
a fusion of disparate passions
And dictate
an end that scarcely counts
You call me in
to tie my soul
And cram your sins
inside my fractured will
You pin our welded bruises
to prickling discretion
And drive them deep
as if to hide
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2016
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