Poeticrae born Raynolds Moseamedi, South Africa, Limpopo, Tzaneen a graduate of Tshwane University of Technology, I found poetry at a very young age or perhaps it found me to make matters simpler surrounded by grief and feelings of change, loneliness and self discovery it filled a gap I never knew existed and from there a pen and a pad have been with me and all that is me ever since.
Caught,
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
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We make decisions which are influenced by our conditions
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We let powerless diseases and sicknesses command our happiness
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A dream flying like a bee
Buzzing in the ears of my soul
Hope at last defined in darkness
Fading so fast my tears falling slow
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The beginning and soon to be the end
Money we love less of them we spend
All untold and clearly fold
Unused in the lives of men, all 'cause of gold
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