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Dec 2018 · 113
Broken Soul
Mickson Chamutsa Dec 2018
Wicked fate crucified her feeble soul on a train of pain leaving her with shattered dreams .
She lived in the night of the day soaked in shades of grey and clothed in blue emotions .
She was a complex shard deprived of cloying melodies of felicity .
She would wear a deceitful jocker mask to conceal her pained face .

Her Will was like a faint infant flame slowly fading into the dark .
Her pain had its beastly acute teeth sunk deep into her fragile sore heart .
Her soul was vandalised with hieroglyphic graffiti which unraveled her untold harboured tales  that could only be deciphered by vatic eyes .

Why did I bother to know her ?
Why was I curious of her ?
Why was I interested in her ?

She always told me how she was a vulnerable orphan of darkness .Her stormy life made her an amusement site to the world .Her struggles and sorrow were whitewashed by her flaws which were loathed by her lot .Twisted convictions of death as the author of freedom  lingered in her mind whenever the world ripped a piece of her .Her heart whispered unto mine of how pain and regret danced to every sound of its beat .She was the loneliest soul  I ever knew and now she's out of my reach .

Why did I understand her so much?
Why did I care about her emotions so much ?
Why?
Dec 2018 · 108
Voices in my head
Mickson Chamutsa Dec 2018
Voice of reason
Voice of pain
Voice of blame
Voice of regret

They are the true embodiment of my motives
Sometimes suicidal
Sometimes sinister
Sometimes righteous
Sometimes wise
They relay what my heart harbours within its confines

Sick melodies of self denial,pain ,hate and anger echo within my head
Sometimes I listen to them obediently
Sometimes they argue
Sometimes I feel like I'm three souls,the good, the bad and the twisted
Without them its silent,cold and lonely
Dec 2018 · 508
My world
Mickson Chamutsa Dec 2018
My world is a stage where its inhabitants dance to different kind of music .My world is a beautiful place flooded with an infinite spectrum of possibilities .We transition a series of rhythmical steps towards its epilogue in each passing minute .The biblical plagues preach the fulfillment of the prophetic unto the hour glass .My world has evolved into the devils  pawn shop where he smuggles souls into his kingdom .

It's where the devil  ministers the gospel of Christ in sheep's clothing .
It's where men are married to money and fame such that they would **** to preserve the marriage .
It's where true love has been exiled into obscurity .
It's where  a desperate lot have put prize tags on their bodies for survival .
It's where Adam and Steven can get married and parent a child .
It's where terrorism and coups have become the most efficient way to either stay or get in power .
It's where moral decay has become fashionable .
It's where men and women are enslaved to religious ,traditional and cultural believes such that they would sacrifice anything to abide by them .
It's where wheels of justice have been shredded into worthless pile of scraps

Corrupt corporal perverts rob the people leaving them with cotton candy promises .Churches and temples have been initiated into the industrial sector .Poverty and suffering have become spikes in the flesh of the oppressed .The ignorant majority has bleached into an artificial grey race .Most of our trusted comrades have mutated into fake plastic counterfeits infected by the Judas Iscariot virus .The moral compass has been broken into pieces and tossed away .My world is at its boiling point full of uncertainties .

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