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Pieces
Please mind your step…or don't, i leave it to your discretion
l left my manners at the entrance, don't expect a first time impression
I understand the facial expression, it holds a milion questions
Keep them to yourself, am drained of the energy to explain the aggression
Welcome all the same, please don't feel free
I have a feeling you might not last the pleasantries
How can i disappoint you?
You what?...…Hahahahahahaha …
Don't excuse my hysterical laugh
It is a clear sign that am familiar with sermon being preached
Trust me, i have had faith that moved mountains
These Hymns of holy intentions have been sang before
Verses complimenting the salvation each claimed to have brought, exhausted
Please mind my skeptical skepticism
Understand ……Or don't, at this point i don't mind that your mind what i mind , it remains my mind.
I don't have the luxury to wake the only piece holding hope, from an overdue slumber.
These scattered pieces are a picasso, tainted with pain
Left ceremoniously as a reminder that it could happen again
Don't get me wrong….Or do,
i have my fair share of demons, but here i stand, holding my fifth stone to cast
The "mustard seed faith" and religious love don't move these walls
The mind wills but the heart recalls the past.
Copyright ©
Steven Mwakatundu
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