A rocking chair,
a heavy chin held in palms,
enervated eyes wandering across
emptiness,
for an image
that blooms in spring.
There it is—
nothing.
Just words,
lifeless,
scattered
like ghetto dreams.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
A rocking chair,
a heavy chin held in palms,
enervated eyes wandering across
emptiness,
for an image
that blooms in spring.
There it is—
nothing.
Just words,
lifeless,
scattered
like ghetto dreams.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
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