Losing you was one thing
But seeking for peace
After the fall cut deep.
I was torn
Lost
But your ghost
Was a shadow at dawn.
I chase after the beast
Licking the scars
But from afar
One would say
I was the salt
To the wound with crimson blood.
The eyes they tasted
The love they lost.
I found your soul
Being ripped apart by ghosts.
I hate to fund pieces
Of the pawns.
Searching for your whispers at dawn
Made my heart swell with unshed tears.
This was written by our contributing writer, Siwaphiwe Matha.
Image Source: Unsplash, Shraddha Agrawal
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