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written by: JahArt Kushite


coiled in arms of poverty
situations turning into severity
the grip is inescapable
the pain unimaginable

watching the day go by
empty stomach, mouth dry
children wail
all efforts to no avail

life meanders in valleys of
lost in tormenting spirals of
heart clothed in sorrows
hopes dying in blurred tomorrows

struggles that never end
life you won't comprehend
some say it's a process
yet it makes no sense

JahArt Kushite

JahArt Kushite

JahArt Kushite born Isaiah Phiri is a Capetown based Poet who recently came to the limelight through Facebook where he posts his deep soul, heart wrenching poetry. He is a published author of book "Wailing Soul" (a collection of poetry) currently under revision and soon to publish his second book "Tonnes Of Love" (a second collection of poetry). He is a published author of other poems that are featured on Spillwords.com like Vanity, Death, Coiled and COVID-19. He is a contributing poet to the forthcoming anthology titled "Colours Of Love" published by Rock Pigeon Publication in India where two of his poems are featured, I Am Thirsty For Those Who Love Loudly and I Remember Those Moments. You can find his art on Facebook, Instagram and Mirakee.
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