My Soul Doesn'T Hold An Ocean of Perfection
Passing by the human wrecks of society
Such tremendous inner discontent
My soul doesn't hold an ocean of perfection
yet not deprived nor desolate
To reject such savage greed
But close enough to vibrate my soul
To cease finding myself in a cauldron
of hatred and pettiness
Because the sorrows of this life
are not worthy....
Copyright © Nthabiseng Moraba | Year Posted 2016
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