Nothando Ngoman Poet I do not know?

They Use Us

I heard my own voice crawling on the walls
Scratching the mirrors of my soul
When you’re helpless
When help itself cannot help you
I saw my anger dressed in black
I asked it to stay calm and turn away
When help itself couldn’t help me

I looked into the windows of my soul
There I lay with nothing but a voice
A voice that could set me free
Free from the suffering
Emotional pain that crucifies the heart
When you have to sacrifice your heart
For a coin, or the chance to live

I lay down thinking about my sorrows
I lay down thinking about evolution
I lay down thinking about religion 
I lay down thinking about destiny
I lay down thinking about life
I lay down thinking about nothing
Because even these thoughts can’t help me

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Beata Agustin February 26, 2025 at 6:24 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." Have a blessed day.