By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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My mind is like shattered glass
I lie on thorns as soft and green as field grass
My soul is like a scrambled puzzle
It would have killed me had it not worn a muzzle Continue reading
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...
I close my ears because the sounds I hear are too loud
Pandemonium outside and inside me are a noisy crowd
But somewhere within I hear a still small voice
“If you block out the doubts, you’ll hear me beyond the noise” Continue reading