full moon wishes
no one to ride
no longer horses
for some not i
shiver down spines
one too many
music on phones
the only remedy
coupled with love
the price is well set
a cow for its calf
a madam to a pet
preoccupied thus
far on a nearby spot
solace our homes
life offers a whole lot
a trial to hate
one life span sentence
goodbye i wave
loneliness makes sense.
© ISAAC RAMOSHIDI BOKABA
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
