When love dies because of lies,
the heart falls and crumbles.
The internal pain intensifies 'til it's reflected in the eyes on a regular basis.
The mind becomes demented and lost
and begins to search for relief in unfamiliar places
and life becomes meaningless
then suicidal thoughts creep in.
The body shrinks
'til the bones tell a tale of gloom
underneath the skin.
When I walk the streets named after the greats
/ a trail of thoughts I form that leads to dates
/ of past injustices. At length I sigh,
/ knowing well that a teardrop is nigh.
/ As the streets curve, I break the thought pattern
/ and view what their valiant efforts have brought,
/ gone are the soldiers sign in to read more »
Pretoria, South Africa
February 8, 2014
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