Who am i?
Writing this will be the hardest.
Who am i?
I look in the mirror i lock eyes with a stranger.
Who am i?
Society has stripped away my kindness.
Who am i?
I don't know.
African blood runs through my veins like a perennial river running through it's course.
The lighting bolt of love connects with my silver plated heart,
As fast as a bullet piercing through some black skin.
I walk on bloody pavements,
And my soul disappeared like a plane passing through the Bermuda Triangle.
Not defined by my colour of skin but I've survived some heavy storms,
When the rainfall from my eyes would keep me awake at night,
While the snow falls gently on my blisted heart.
Who am i?
When the blue skies turn purple as a symbol of my bleeding heart, And when the moon turns red as a symbol of my weeping eyes,
Faith will be my guidance.
So I dance under the moonlight all alone,
As my shattered world comes to an end.
Who am I?
The guy with a broken heart.
Thanks for the challenge Bonga504🔥.
Hope I got it right....😉
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THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
