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Mountain of lies

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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THE PAIN OF LOSING TO YOURSELF

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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