Behind the bar at night
Behind the bar at night

When night overgrowth darkness
and the moon glows not in skyline,
I cuddled my silence idled in pain
and shuffle my heart empty
into a tanker of broodiness.

My shadow flee with the wind
and through my window is condolence
breezeway, it puke me down
and strength me strong beyond the earth.

I became ode to the shatter fragment
with breathless bond serf  my omasum,
And the twilight sparkled lousy
unto my broken fragrance.

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I overthrow my hidden tears with my
leg struggled for elevation, my night
chameleon to  channel of probate court
where my dream sat behind my world.

AFRIKAPOET

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