I see him.
As unmoved as the concrete he lies upon.
Searching for brief
moments of relief
amidst slipping belief.
A part of me wants to tell him it gets better .
A part of me isn’t sure if that’s true.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Sam Burriss
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hudson biko 
very sad poetry!
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Don’t know about sad. But what is poetry if it has no feeling within it? 🤔😊
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