Transference






The fear I was once governed by morphed into apathy, 
I'm yet to discover which is worse, heaven help me.

My soul, my spirit it's exhausted. 
My cup is once again empty, and riddled with holes, energy poured in gushes out
The cold ceramic sends shivers down my spine.

Tired and punctured.
Hollow and cold.

Oh well...

By: | Ndalwentle Makunga |

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