I saw the dam wall struggle
underneath all the weight
of the water
we said to have been
"under the bridge”-
Still,
I thought that the floods
would not have arrived so soon
in the early days
of summer:
all those fostered feelings of
worthlessness,
and anger
came rushing back,
like pent up pressure
in too small a space,
pushing hard
against
the crumbling walls
of my current state
of unhappy,
entropy maybe?
I don’t know.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
I saw the dam wall struggle
underneath all the weight
of the water
we said to have been
"under the bridge”-
Still,
I thought that the floods
would not have arrived so soon
in the early days
of summer:
all those fostered feelings of
worthlessness,
and anger
came rushing back,
like pent up pressure
in too small a space,
pushing hard
against
the crumbling walls
of my current state
of unhappy,
entropy maybe?
I don’t know.
By: Lulwama Kuto Mulalu
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