Myself Growing ( Poem )

MYSELF GROWING

Sebola Maslilo Leave

Through Sweet Voice That Softened Their Ears,

To A Deep Voice That Now Threatens Them,

Blank Heart For Pumping Blood,

But Now Filled With Relationship Bruises,

From A Soul That Lived For Nothing Except Being Loved

To A Soul Inherited A Voluptuous  Desire To Be Happy.

A Mind That Had No Noun Existing But Fantasies

To A Mind That Is Troubled About Tomorrow,

Curved Road With Humps

But The Destination Is Filled With Delightfulness,

Music Becomes A Cure To Depression,

Trouble Portray Themselves as Mountains 

And I Being A River Flow,

Without The Force Erosion There Is No Way Out For Me

MYSELF GROWING