He turned
And stabbed me with a scary stare
Then the music turned dead
An emptiness from nowhere
He turned
And on my face thrusted a glare
'You won't get up!' He said
Before he struck me with fear
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You made it sound as if you really know what it is like to have experienced violence. Whether I am right or not does not matter, what does matter is that you were able to put the message across in a realistic manner.
I'm seeing a lot of poetry out of Africa (I also live in Africa, but I'm a Cypriot) and it pleases me. Keep in mind, song and stories are a reaching out by the heart. Poetry is a reaching out by the soul.
I love the simplicity and clarity you poured into composing this. A number persons actually think a great poem is one with ambiguity. But i do not think that is correct.
"You did not fail because you fell. You rather failed because you failed to get up." Thanks a lot for this!
Keep it up bruv
Genius. Love it.
Beautiful!
This is some great piece,you got right here bro.
I really love it....Will u be dropping another one any time soon?