The rhythm is known even to the next generation
The rhyme has changed to a prophecy and fulfilled a nightmare
Nights become heavier, dreams started being empty, place of peace become a playground of vengeance.
The danger is to whom it is towards, because...
The shooter plays a victim scared to face reality of pulling the trigger.
Felt heartbeat turning to a ticking bomb...It was something I've seen before, somewhere I have been before.
Because I have always been told; men are stupid, heartless, and lost.
Now lost between two lives, I ask myself, Should I have?
Should I have fallen in love? But a man who cannot accept his faith in dying, such man risks losing his soul in darkness.
I know I am not a better man but for what remains of a man,
I accept the identity of the man I am, the man who should have never loved
Copyright © Mthetheleli Gwaza | Year Posted 2020
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