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Joshua Nyambe

Abstract Drama Others


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Joshua Nyambe

Abstract Drama Others


A Mist Cloaked Death

A Mist Cloaked Death

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A vast sheer of demons attained by my fear 

Entertained by what I desire,

 of late it's no longer my gear


My Shadow, a crucifixion of my dreams 

Trapped as a set up to my freedom


My path, enchanted by the horrors of death 

Every thought peaking my weak spot 

As my legs tremble from a long walking sport

A cheerful smile isn't an expression my face would sort


 Time clocked as every moment went pale perhaps dim

My shadow fades away and turns into a corpse 

Yes, one that became part of my nightmare, an irresistible reality became part of me in a tale of my untold story


A happy ending is a glitch.

These sorrowful nights dread my mood 

I swift to being sacrilege

Switch to off my courage


Not for too long had I realised that at the moment I lived the fateful night, I looked up to the sky and couldn't see neither stars nor the moon. It was empty, I thought of making a wish and not only had I seen the shooting star but it was so dark to think any would gleam. As it was getting dark, air became denser as the moment cloaked. It is time my feelings hid, within the mist rose hate, regrets, fear so was negativity. They whispered about my death. " it's over


…, it'....., 


You're finished!.. Perish!.."


I was traumatised,

There and then I had no reason to live

I looked side ways, up front and behind

But it was all and the same. 

Fog everywhere


"I'm terrified" the thing my mind would speak, the path led by demons is a remorse. I followed in there footsteps, I heard groans, demons crave for freedom, 


"poor souls…"

The absurdity of my thoughts spoke again.


I became numb and emotionally scared

couldn't vanquish what I felt anymore


From that time I was dazed

Lost and trapped

My concealed life had new secrets.



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