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Dear World
Im not sure if you’ve noticed
I’m writing shorter pieces in my torn state
I fear soon there’ll be nothing but an ellipsis  
It’s not your fault, world.
It’s the rose bush I’ve been in
Oh World u
My eyes are soaked but my pen runs dry
Papers are storm tossed and torn
Heart hung out to dry
Oh World  
It is true;
Stars shine bright from the darkest corners
I am ashamed to admit you were right
A picture does tell a thousand tales
Though eying you in person creates a thousand tales
Envisioning your touch comes as close as the moon to the wolf
Yet feeling it in person feels fuller than the air in my lungs.
This space in between is vast I fear to breath
Please don’t turn blue - I plead to my reflection
To you; keep my pen inked, don’t let it run dry
Young heart don’t slow your rhythm
Your beat means so much more
Give it your all, keep us alive
Keep us alive
Young lungs don’t stop the flow
I hear your wheezing, don’t give in
Keep on till my hands reach the rope
Brain stay pure, the darkness isn’t home
it’s not to hang It’s for pulling up
Oh torn flesh, strained muscles
Just a little bit further
Keep your lids open, sunrise is upon us.
Hope despair pain end
Apple red cheeks sparkle
Drawing hands away from swords
Shading themselves from its glow
Dark corners of their hearts are illuminated by the glow of her teeth
Her eyes smile diligently as her lips
Luring foes to embrace each other
War chants turn to praise songs towards her
She walks by and metal strikes flesh
The soil floods and washes away peace in red
War peace beauty smile
  Sep 2023 Eugene Jino Maumela
Zoe Mae
Sometimes the Moon is just
the Moon
Stars simply stars
They're just reliable objects
They just are
And birds are just birds
They're pretty
They fly
Often words are just words
They're witty
They lie
And colors are just granted
Sort of like you and I
Until each pretty petal
just withers and dies
She hears muffled cries of her children
The sight of her children’s pain is blurred
Her voice bubbles when she speaks
Her hands sink deeper when she attempts to help
Her sobriety only lasts for a blink of an eye.
Is she a mother?

His lungs are full when his children’s belly grow empty
His children are lost behind his toxic exhale
His presence robs his children’s pockets
His absence fills their hearts with misery
Is he a father?

Her scars don’t itch when soaked  in ***
But her children drown with them
His fears can’t grow behind the  vapour
But he himself can’t breath neither
Her dreams are shattered
His heart is weary
Their children are cut from their bruised hands
What was it?
What made you leave?
I thought I made you happy
Did I make you feel inferior?
I gave you an ear on everything
I know
Then why?
Did I drown you instead of shower you with love?
You were the sun in my day
And that’s bad?
You burned me and made me wither
You were the stars and moon in dark times
But you kept not the ghosts away
Should I have left you in darkness?
Maybe, maybe then I wouldn’t have seen the ghosts
Am I the ghost which haunts you?
You are the tomorrow that I want not my past to live
Allow me to sleep with my demons
So I may wake tomorrow to see you
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