Not More than One Year
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Thee pain I fell, not much I feel. Thee pain thy fell, not
no more I felt. This is not a poem but how trapped in a sinking
wrecked feels. “όχι περισσότερο από ένα έτος" See what I did there . How
long shall the pain, go on and on. Who is in charge, do own the oath.The pain I
felt, not more I feel.The pain you felt, no more I feel. Plus,Plus,plus,two,
two point five plus two point five, four what’s more my love. The color in my
vains black, red, green and white. White like White dove yet Skin Dark like
Black hole. This is not a poem but how trapped in a sinking wrecked
feels. “όχι περισσότερο από ένα έτος" See what I did there.
Taxes taxes taxes .This pain in
vain is enough? How long should we bled? We drown yet no one see? The pain in
our hearts is growing darker? Jail is like a rite of passage? The sound of our
angry stomach, now soothing to hear? Pain is part of we? The pain is spreading,
our veins are getting darker? Be warn or else you will get wone -out like
about?
By Yeri Samson Kombe
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