A poem by Nonso “Zãnoni” Nzewi

To whom it may concern I was bitter. Coined into deep ponds, No wishes, no fairys. Auguring, the only hope that came. Black thoughts? Or white mocks, Green phobias Of fainted pink velvet of folded dreams. Words, do i have to say But silence the only creepy answer that came. My conscious cloned Identity becameContinue reading “A poem by Nonso “Zãnoni” Nzewi”

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