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Cebo Soul Poem
Black mystic clouds
forever engulfing my life.
no one knows what I feel deep down inside.
unlike a cyclone, I'm taciturn and calm on the outside.
yet within I'm a thundering storm, blistering cold.
conflicted and confused..deluded and betrayed
my future ain't bright, somebody please hand me a torch.
I don't even know who am I.
For real , who am I?
been faking smiles,changing masks.
Cropping,resizing my mind.
tryna fit in their box ...
can't find my original shape.
Soul searching, I only hear demons talkin...
Satan approaching,
my goals abandoned.
Dreams shattered.
I am a puppet, strings attached.
I live not my life, but of others.
I am shadow .
A living ghost, no one hears my lament.
Even god turns a deaf ear, when I pray.
I'm dead by design.
Black mystic clouds engulfing my life.
lost inside my own mind.
snake in the eagle shadow,my death is inevitable.
Copyright © Cebo Soul | Year Posted 2017
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