THE FOLK OF MY GROUP

by SAKHILE INNOCENT MHLANGA   May 22, 2017


THE FOLK OF MY GROUP

As little, as it was, it truly meant a lot
Much,
So deep, and a sudden bond
Laboured to accommodate, in my veins

The sophistry times,
That took away
When I fell for it
Seriously,
And, so easy
Just, in a wink

How was it even real?
To make me forget; the real events
Those that took me through the hardships
And, the sad times
The times that I wished to have never held
Times that came personally

Strongly deep
And, selfishly bossy
So hard to forget

It was I
Who imaged, the opponent
Who got himself close, each time to kicks?
Then take the time to heal half.

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