Soul Or Sole
WHEN GLASS BRAKES
AND TREAD ON THEM
THEY CUT SO DEEP,
IT SEEPS DOWN TO MY INSIDE
INSIDES LEAK OUTSIDE
BUT IN THAT VENERABILITY
IT BE,
STRENGTHENING ME
NEVER LETTING ME
TO DWELL ON THE PAIN
SHOW THE THIN LANE
BETWEEN THE SANE
AND MENTALLY LAME''
AND CLAMS
THE CALSISES OF MY PAST
AND PASS ON
TREAD ON
HARDER AND COLDER FUTURE
THIS TORTURE 'S RELEVANT:
LIFE'S INTELLIGENCE FATAL EVIDENCE
ALL I KNOW MY (@#$%)
IS CONSTANT
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2013
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