This pain is the main, 
part of my vein.
In my blood it reigns, 
and my heart it strains.
Something in me choke, 
and getting better I hope.
Shall I tie me on a rope, 
because my soul is broke.
Shall I swing on the chandelier, 
because I can't handle the pain.
I can not escape the pain, 
but only to stay in my lane.
In my mind it tangles, 
like a barbed wire wrapped around it.
I wish to better my heart, 
and free myself from this pain.
© Musa Gift Masombuka 2015.
A product of Musa Gift Masombuka Artworks.                
 
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