Behind closed doors

tears are drowning a broken hearted girl,
Wishing none of this could happen
A pain of a grown up man,
makes her heart oozes,pumping the blood filled with despair,
then she remembers that there’s more to life.
Pain comes and go
she need to cherish that tomorrow is a new day.

Behind closed doors
a woman is beaten up
by a man who claims to love her much
Yet he communicate using his hands
Hoping she will understand,
a sense of happiness had been taken away from her
living with a beast that fails to be a good man.
Blaming her for his shortcomings,
taking her to a guilt trip everytime she wants to run away,
Feeling obligated that living with this man will keep him alive.
The love that brought them together had already died.
there’s no hope in living her life in disguise,
Feeding the curious/suspicious mind with lies.
One day the beast will not take away her peace
even her life is at stake.

Behind closed doors
A family dine in deceit,
eating the food filled with shame
secrets fill their drinks,
showing the world a picture of a perfect family,
away form the curious eyes…
they sleep peacefully with their bitterness,
Everyone is in battle.
Armoured with a lack of trust,
moving forward to retain victory,
while their brothers and sisters are left behind.
Luxuries shall grant them affection and compassion.

Behind closed doors
The leader of broken promises
sail beyond the ocean filled with fortune
Exchanging ideas about how to suck the blood from the weak.
Feeding their hunger of greed with poisonous ideas that increases their desires,
Unequal laws shattered their dreams,
waking from a nightmare caused by the existence of the cruel man.
A man who claims to be a good friend,
telling you what you want to hear,
using you to climb high on the ladder,
Laughing behind your back
celebrating his victory without acknowledging your helping hands,
a greedy heart never shared anything with his brother

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NB: I wrote this poem as a humble tribute to everyone who had touched my heart and soul through poetry,photography and just showing their utmost appreciation.I am grateful to have such a distance family,though our friendships can be considered strange but to me,it means a lot.Thank You everyone
#LOVE
Maditjhaba which means mother of the nations.
Blowing kisses

How is possible for a stranger to write your own memoir so beautifully?
Unleashing your own character like an old friend.
A shared friendship which moves beyond boundaries,
tied by a strange knot
becoming close to a stranger’s imagination,
making you feel like you are part of the story.
As the story unfold…
you realize that the contract that bids you and the writer has no clause
yet it is entirely legitimate,
You always looking forward to share a conversation with her or him,
though the conversation requires just written words,
the connection grows stronger and stronger
The writer gives you hope…
new meaning of life.