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Khomotso Makitla Poem
For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself.
A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success.
Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy,
Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself.
Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready conquered life ground up.
Because one step forward is one step to greatness.
Walk with caution and be ready to mitigate the progress-hindering factors,
Because among all things, losing to yourself has a greatest AGONY of them all.
Finding meaning in the art of survival, pushing to thrive in life.
Engaging by means of debating with one’s inner void.
Even if you act to self-preserve what’s left of your own wreckage,
You’ll only find pain stitched with shame no veil can cover.
For when I’m pale I endure, because I’m becoming.
For I know my purpose.©
Copyright © Khomotso Makitla | Year Posted 2025
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Khomotso Makitla Poem
By: Khomotso Makitla
Dear loved one, It’s me your UNREQUITED LOVER.
In hope I hoped that this day never unveil.
As your WHISPERS still roam free in brain, whispers
and hisses of broken promises.
I nearly fumbled to open my heart once more,
But I once trembled on your mountain of lies.
Stone by stone I was there but there I was not,
Piles of those stones turned into a mountain and far i was pushed.
That mountain’s shadow tinted my heart,
For my heart is dark still, and I thought I was tough like steel.
But you’ve shown how easy it is to steal, once vital organ,
And turn it into a hard and cold object.
But I watched as your mountain of lies Mounts and the colder you become.
The shoulder to cry on, turned into the shoulder that made me cry on,
Never believed in cruelty, but that was my reality.
Surely I didn’t believe that rubbles of stones can incline into this shade of,
Darkness, that blind folded me from seeing the majestic hill up front.
That why I like to say fool me once, and like ancient Artifacts you will,
Be the thing of the past. ©?
Copyright © Khomotso Makitla | Year Posted 2025
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Khomotso Makitla Poem
By Khomotso Makitla
Wormholes start small — slow, but sure, they expand.
The magnetic field of your eyes, your smile, your laughter,
Attracts and does not repel — why fight what the heart desires?
The void between us deepened, and now you’re out of reach.
I whisper alone to the stars, hoping they’ll reply.
I reach to the skies, for I know you are a star.
Wishing you could wander through my thoughts —
Navigate my veins with grace, for your touch now stirs my heart.
Be gentle with matters of the heart —
Like the human mind, it has been deceived too often.
Made to believe, only to fall into disbelief.
But trust again — let your heart remember how to love.
Strings of the heart are made of love.
Let the instrument of love lead the way.
Copyright © Khomotso Makitla | Year Posted 2025
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Khomotso Makitla Poem
Tears in my eyes, and a tear on my heart.
Fear in my mind, and scars on my soul.
Time moves on, but still are my thoughts,
For I fought for some peace, but life is not still.
I plunged in a pool of angry wavers, seeking justice.
But the honest truth was to evade the truth —
The truth about the jaws of life,
That decide whether you smell tomorrow’s breeze,
Or become tonight’s twilight.
But hope is what drives me still.
Very keen on where the road of life is heading,
For I wish it leads to the promised land at the end of the rainbow,
Where life is full of joy and laughter.
For all my tears to soften those with heavy hearts —
To let them know they are not alone.
For I too was trapped by the jaws of life,
Forced to choose between pain or guilt as a gift.
I now embrace my gift of pain,
Because guilt cuts deeper than the sorrows of life.
Copyright © Khomotso Makitla | Year Posted 2025
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