Zeroed, poetry by JahArt Kushite at Spillwords.com
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Zeroed

Zeroed

written by: JahArt Kushite

 

Here I come again
I won’t speak in vain
Treading, I am weary like Cain
Through unforgiving grave pains
On lonesome journey handcuffed in chains
Passing through the valley of misery
Trapped in an alley of poverty
I’ve been imprisoned in damnation
Singing songs of condemnation
I’ve reasoned in commotion
Life in lifeless motion
My mind sailing on seas of perplexities
Upon troubled waters of anxieties
Wondering and pondering
Questions and quest for unknown answers
What is life when it’s full of strife
What’s the purpose of life when you pose
with no choice and direction
When the womb of existence aborts the
foetus of resilience
The groin of resistance unhinged
persistence
When the testicles of life hang loose in
deficiency of consistence
I have fallen into dread trenches
of suffering
Thrown into the den of vicious cannibals
mouth-watering to dine my life on
platters of hatred
Heirs of lucifer jacketed as humankind
Void of kindness on the go to feed
their ego
The window of life brought closer that
I vividly saw death indoors rehearsing
to win lives
I am tired of shedding these tears of sorrow
Agonising as if am harpooned by poisonous
lanced arrow deep onto my heart
My eyes are swollen, the wool of love that
used to clothe life worn out
Here I am naked exposed to harsh realities
The garment of love burnt to ashes equating
life to zero

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