Agony Poems
The Kabale kid
by Ankwasa Harlord
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
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Hands that Left Scars
by Nad Sof
I’m sorry to those who carry my shadow,
For no soul should ever bear such weight.
I am a girl, barely begun to understand the world,
Yet I've tasted its bitter lessons too early—
Each one leaves a scar that whispers,
"Don't trust, don't hope, don't dream."
If there’s a touch that could reach me, soft and kind,
Without the weight of ghosts in its hands,
That would be the first.
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Why I Write and Not Speak.
by Nad Sof
They say, "Life is always unfair,"
A truth so harsh, it’s hard to bear.
But never did I think it would go this far,
That life’s unfairness would leave me scarred.
I once believed, with all my heart,
That sharing pain would heal the part,
Of me that hurt, the part that bled,
That someone’s love could calm my head.
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UNFAMILIAR Faces--
by Nad Sof
Maybe this is just a cycle, spinning endlessly,
Waking up to a sweet “good morning” text,
Only to feel the bittersweetness creeping in,
A fleeting joy, then the ache of knowing it will end.
Faces blur, all smiles and whispered hopes,
Words like promises, but none built to last.
I speak in charms, soft words and sweet replies,
Yet I know, deep down, most of them won't see me for who I am.
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Mon Amour, Mon Résurrecteur
by Nad Sof
Le soleil n’est plus lumineux,
Plus ce que j’espérais revoir.
La lune brille plus que jamais,
Dans sa lumière, je trouve mon espoir.
Mon cœur semble ne plus battre,
Mais mon amour, toi seul peux me ressusciter.
The Kabale kid
by Ankwasa Harlord
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
......
UNFAMILIAR Faces--
by Nad Sof
Maybe this is just a cycle, spinning endlessly,
Waking up to a sweet “good morning” text,
Only to feel the bittersweetness creeping in,
A fleeting joy, then the ache of knowing it will end.
Faces blur, all smiles and whispered hopes,
Words like promises, but none built to last.
I speak in charms, soft words and sweet replies,
Yet I know, deep down, most of them won't see me for who I am.
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Heart drenched in insanity
by Fathima Valliyangal
You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded
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Cruelty-- Forgiveness-- And Forevermore.
by Nad Sof
Sometimes I wonder, what makes the heart so cruel,
When forgiveness blooms in the soil of a soul’s duel.
If I, broken and bent, can rise from the wreck,
Can bury the ghosts, and silence the wrecked,
Why can’t they let go, leave me in peace,
And allow me the breath of a soft release?
I don’t ask for riches, or a word of praise,
Not even a promise, not even a gaze.
Though they tore from me every spark, every light,
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A Love That Was Once Kind--
by Nad Sof
I chose silence, a weapon of peace,
For I knew how sharp my words could slice—
Not from indifference, but from fear,
Afraid that what I held dear would disappear.
To wound a heart, to sever ties,
All with the sting of a careless lie.
So I stayed silent, keeping it inside,
Letting love and anger both collide.
But sometimes I wish people would turn away,
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