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Death Poems About Mole

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Poem Details | by Zakhe Michael Mcunu |
Categories: betrayal, corruption, cry, death of a friend, depression, evil, grave,

The tiny mole

When I was a coward without hope
I was a coward looking unto them
As I waited for my salvation
I soon became a slave of them
As I exalted to accommodation
I was a coward that never talked
A coward that bleeds but never twitched
And towards my fall I cried to the witches
For bewitching me with fear
That time I woke up only to find 
This brave ego dwelling in ruins of nowhere
I was like a bull without horns to fight
So dull even rats never noticed the corn
I walked in paved routes with them
And I never found any treasure
I fall with the leaves in rags of fools
Not even man made tools could fix me
As I saw velvet roses grow beside me