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Dec 2017 · 304
rejects
Zauditu Dec 2017
Flipping  flicking  , food searching   through   the dumps
Wanting   to find .....something   ..... anything   to have a munch  .
Days , years ... what I can't recall is what I have .. The only thing that is torn and forced black on my back ..
When I'm seen .. noses and faces twist in pain ..
But I never   noticed  a thing in my little space ..

It's all blank ,  my speeches ,  my appearance   is a ghost .
My sanity and humanity   sank in the same boat , it seems  .
I'm rejected .. A reject that's what I am
With only the company   of the voice inside  my head
Sep 2017 · 425
Sir confession
Zauditu Sep 2017
They do say confession is good for the soul... But confession is just a ***** guilty ******* .  A scornful man who aches with grief  and don't know where to put it ..So why not spill it ? Why not tell it all?  I bet you fear to be condemned .. To be judged in the eyes of the ones who  you love. So you speak half truth .. To be at Peace ..To sleep at night  ,you admit of sinful thoughts and deeds you have wrapped and fold up under your sleeves. Those deceitful tricks and schemes that you plot unseen.. Those lies and flaws that you hide skillfully ... You cover them up with red petals of roses ...  And lock them away with rusty old chains and padlocks . Confess what?  To whom? Does it matter if it is right ? But I bet , you , you confession, is nothing  but a pretentious ,well put together lie.
Sep 2017 · 346
My decision
Zauditu Sep 2017
Your truth is to blame for my insecurities. That tugs and traps my heart in a never ending sticking, lashing pain.
  And because of you, I continued to decay inwardly through transparent hurt.   Hurt that gave me the courage to suffer daily despite the effort to conquer the distasteful fear. That built-in machine , that wreckage of my soul.
Dusk til dawn I lay in my cold and wet bed of tears . Giving myself up to the distant voice that fed on my weakness.. Night and day it tormented me, comstantly writing  wistful memo's to  steal my commitments. I was distraught, a wrecking shame to my faith .I was a disappointment to the dignitaries and  a lost cause to my integrities.
I had no hope, being restless and destroyed. I was covered in my own blood. Which bled from my eyes to my toes,that stained and uncleansed my skin . I was in a frenzy for eternity . Pitying myself in confusion. And just when you thought I  was over, at the end of my misery .. I made a decision ... I decided .....no more...
Note that this poem was written by me ... But not all of these creative pieces are about me directly .

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