Nthabiseng Moraba Poet Cinqku

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....

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Pam Deremer July 19, 2016 at 2:34 PM Very well said. Nthabiseng Moraba July 19, 2016 at 4:30 PM Thank you Pam..

Stephan McBride July 19, 2016 at 12:21 AM Amen none of us are good until the Lord burns us away and creates within a new being Nthabiseng Moraba July 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM I'm not very much religious but I couldn't agree with you more.Life is a temporary suspension of destructive powers. We wonder why there's so much apathy and indifference in this world yet with so much want for fire and enthusiasm. We sit back and point fingers at one another because this world lacks leadership and that's why it's in Turmoil... Merci