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A Lost Fight
He used to say “the sun sets in your eyes”
But now the river flows rapidly.
My mind is racing, heart is pacing I’m losing the fight
Everything slows down, can’t relive the pain.
Tick tuck the time is racing, murder murder violence uprising
Races up stairs foot steps follow, clashing nosing
Pries thought my ears, unbearable noise I hear.
Active is found
Complications are near
Stuttering in my voice
A nightmare I once had
A scream
A gun fired……
He used to say “the sun sets in your eyes”
But now the river flows rapidly.
poem
by
Chiku Bvumbwe
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