Lone World Poem by Nigel Chinwadzimba

it's the dreams that scares me
The visions that tears me apart
Exposing them draws comfort
Hence, discouraged in the process,
silence ties me and life become unfortunate,
A mysterious road untravelled.
Everyday race towards the edge of the cliff
Shuts everyone down to be alone
Stubbed with biggest rush of life
It's like a sorrowful script to be played
A life filled with unreal and strange
So painful without a shoulder to lean on
Movement of the clock belies the tale to tell us...