Saturday, 20 October 2012

I died alive....

For I have lived to the fullest, well I thought
In my reasoning I have reasoned
In my thinking I have thought
To any conclusion I never came
Then I realized I have died

Died nobody
But yet I am alive
My soul has been murdered
Even if I shoot my self dead
The bullet won’t penetrate as deep as the words that have
been uttered

I have been murdered by the most destructive weapon, words
Words that sink deeper than the spear would
That penetrates deeper that the bullet would
They have murdered me
They stole me and replaced me with a new identity
This is no longer me
For I have died murdered by you
By you and your hideous words

By: Sonto “master of poetry” Jozana ( South Africa)

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