- BROKEN SOUL

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Broken soul -part of the African Anthology

90 degrees  ,perpendicular 
85 degrees ,my life is going down straight
Friends have become flock of wolves
looking at the water waves states sadness

I waited tick tok through the running clock clicks
I tried to smile but shadows overprowering
standing on my own drinking brew of tears
trying to shed the pain in my heart

The eyes of my peers ranging the broken piece of my soul
cried like tyres were burning my soul  beared
crude in me became grit
life became a shuttered gift

running up towards the hard grounds 
life became meaningless 
pain lose trump  to my sadness .

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