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Nikita Tshawe
Poems
Apr 2021
Spiritual awakening
Spiritual awakening.
Is this the end or the beginning?
I'm confused.
Deepest parts of me bruised.
I've lost all that used to matter.
My mind is in clutter.
What is the meaning of this?
What kind of sick game is this?
I'm being torn from the inside out.
Chills from sincere drought.
I long for clarity.
For prosperity.
I don't seek popularity.
I don't need charity.
I'm stuck in solidarity.
Stripped off my identity.
Who am I ?
How do I get by?
I'm all alone.
Every one has come and gone.
Spiritual awakening.
Rude awakening.
I'm barely breathing.
Like a baby teething.
I'm in so much pain.
I'm going insane.
I'm losing my mind.
I can see but I'm blind.
Open my third eye already.
I am more than ready.
Written by
Nikita Tshawe
29/F/Sandton
(29/F/Sandton)
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