by Mwila Mulenga

Breathe life in man: a sinful soul.
Touch the ached.

If scars ever prayed,
Would you be home to their hues?
Their sheds sinful, would you care!

Death is the way to you.
Don’t let it be as poignant as she sads.

God, heal the darkness that exacerbates our sores.
Death beds scream your name;
Dear God! Pour your clemency!

This neonate’s air
Unbreathed.
Rest her in calm, please.

Mwila Mulenga is a Zambian amateur poet intrigued by wonder. She is an avid poetry enthusiast. She experienced brokenness as a kid, but that inspired her to write.

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