Otlaadisa Motswasele Poet I do not know?

Broken Glass

As I fold up my hands I see scars of life
A loop hole between fine and wrong
A mirror of tales of life
Written in plain sight engraved and embroiled
Stitch for a stitch life was given
And so with time hope was stolen
Just to surface my thoughts to you am no angel
i am just another broken man 
A dreamer a man with no home
For no matter how much I tried to embrace life
My heart has always felt out of place
I dwell in confusion and mystery trying to crack the code of life

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Beata Agustin March 26, 2024 at 6:02 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Lunita Blanca February 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM Otlaadisa, Life seems like a game of hide and seek in which we just pretend to hide.

Valerie Staton February 18, 2018 at 12:53 PM Very nice flow with your words. Correct the spelling of stich with Stitch and place I before am on line 7. Your poem is filled with such emotion. I especially like your last line.