Rumbling Through My Thoughts
Late Night illusion
So many rules cosplaying exceptions
So many broken hearts mascarading as healed
So many naive acting like gurus
So many fearful playing fearless
Oh to be lost and found by lost souls that pretend to be found
It's like being loved by someone on their last straw, they'll be your last straw
Try try try again, not with my heart...I beg
Try Try try again, not with my mind...I plead
Try try try again, by yourself this time
By myself this time
Echoes of righteousness, I wish were mine
Humming of abundance, I hear from afar.
Don't mind me, I'm just rumbling through my thoughts
Rumbling through you
Hoping to stumble upon the answers
About the Creator
Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo)
• Welcome to the worlds trapped in my head• I am a Zimbabwean writer currently based wherever my pen, my mind and heart take me.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem! I've followed you on Instagram hehehe