The Cost of Winning an ArgumentA Poem by Azakhiwe Dilinga
And she used a metaphor:
“It feels like an empty room” portending we might have to leave. It is not a safe space, conflict is crouching at the door. Sieged in a cold war. Set the room aflame wore army boots crushed the eggshells we cowered around. Conflict sparked the match. I won but lost, I lost you. © 2025 Azakhiwe DilingaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 17, 2025 Last Updated on August 18, 2025 AuthorAzakhiwe DilingaSouth AfricaAboutPoetry is a device to translate my essence. Sometimes, I can’t articulate what I feel. But poetry finds the voice I don’t always have. Writing searches parts of me I didn't even kno.. more.. |

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