Can Somebody Please Help Me
In isolated area silence is loud enough,
Deafening us from natural melodies
Which could be of use like remedies.
Under the influence of gentle breeze
Your advantage is taken by dancin' trees.
Birds are whistling; available to restore
harmony and reduce the feeling of agony.
That moment I tried to bear my image:
The glass swallowed hit into spiderweb cracks
And I saw my angry heart's reflection
In the shattered glass behind my fist.
I fear suicide, but stress is pushing me,
When I'm living a lie pains disappear.
I'm loosing sight of who I'm actually AM.
Copyright © Lunga Mokoena | Year Posted 2017
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