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Isaac afunadhula Feb 2021
Why
Do l ask
Why
do l still hope for more?
Why
do we chase dreams?
Dreams that are fatal.
Why
do we blend with the lies?
lies that blind fold the future.
Why
do we hold back at a certain moment?
Why
is it hard to find success?
Isaac afunadhula Feb 2021
Far away from destiny
For the wise man says inspirational quotes
that are passed from generation to generation.
Isaac afunadhula Feb 2021
I have nothing left
No hinges for support
So my world is falling
I'm trying to keep in with the strings
Am shaking coz my confidence died when you left
so each time l see the brushes shaking
l can't think it's the wind
like maybe there's an animal hidden there
trying to come for my blood
Your face the prettiest l have ever seen
Really how did l end up here
Far from being us
like we should jump on a train
to the day we met
leave all that followed normally
Escape those that could bring us down
I have been thinking about the future you planned for us
You said you loved me
I'm hoping we can start again
I keep knocking at your door
still no response
I know you hate me really bad
I deserve it
They say i'm cursed
whoever l attach myself to gets hurt
So maybe l should keep my distance but the painting on the wall says l should not
That's why l'm leaving you this message.
  Feb 2021 Isaac afunadhula
nivek
sweet ride, within the poets mind;
over hill down dale.
a song in your pocket
set free on paper wings
as you sing and sing again
its a sweet ride, over hill down dale
a song in your pocket
set free on paper wings...
Isaac afunadhula Feb 2021
Along these edges
heading for the alter
and make the grade
despite the write off
future.
  Feb 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Monotone
I am too emotional.
I am overbearing.
I am too reliant.
I am simply too much.

That's what you say.
And that's alright.

I love you,
but sometimes I wish I didn't.
Sometimes I wish to escape,
but that's the part I keep to myself.
A poet walked
Along a river.

A poet was
Inspired.

A poet took out
Pen and paper

A poet started to
Write.
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