![]() Prime.A Poem by Tinotenda Nyevedzanai![]() Poem - ATC![]() The morning after, The Birthday. A messy head at best not rested Deep in bed not dressed yet properly, it's all different. Then comes forth the regret On set like a storm of guilt and re-evaluation Of Individual progression Guilted, quilted spinal aligned in the time you set for yourself to become right. Wishing away the flame Doesn't make the conscience go away The Birthday Game. You're different, maybe more clear Nearer the finish line but Still there's the fear You did not do What you were supposed to, Another year, to be better To be new. © 2015 Tinotenda NyevedzanaiFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on May 10, 2015 Last Updated on May 10, 2015 Author![]() Tinotenda NyevedzanaiDallas, KentAboutJust a fifteen year old who enjoys reading and writing. Music makes me happy. New works are in the making and are going to be published soon more..Writing
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