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Mar 2018
Grant me strength
To pass through this valley
My youth evaporates
In decades lost
Trying to erase
Scars of folly
Fleshly glory
The vanity of all vanities 
 
Resurrect
My dead heart
Resuscitate  
My candid mind
And make me Regurgitate
The devils inside
  
My mind stops
It breaks
My heart races
It crushes
Overwhelmed
Exasperated
Wounded
By my reality
Which seems a tragedy...

Like a flower
I am wilting
Like water
I am evaporating
Like words written in ink
I am slowly fading
My sand grains wasting
And my time ending, down counting
With my heart pounding
Leading me to the very start!
  
I bereave
Yes, I bereave
Yet I believe
That I can receive.
Everything in Life I deserve...
Promises are easy to make just as they are easy to break.
Michael Theophilus Masimbira
Written by
Michael Theophilus Masimbira  25/M/Africa
(25/M/Africa)   
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