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Orion Mkg Male, 33, South Africa (12/13/2011 9:47:00 AM)

A piece about my childhood town

Alex my heart is yours
You know that
I don't have to remind you
About those nights alone
You and me surrounded by death
And how you carried me to safety
You've fashioned my bones
How can I resist you?

I can hear whispers
Silently proclaiming that I've abandoned you
You echo in my veins
So without you I am a shell
Your kids are my friends
Your heroes are my fathers
Your pain is mine
Far have I strayed even from you

Yet you still call out over Jukskei River
Through the dust you seek me
The streets of my childhood
My joy in the morning
I feel your defeat and hear your cries
I see what has become of you my love
From far I see those who hurt you
It's the pain that binds us
The memories that unite us
If I do not return
Know that I have never left
Because my heart is yours

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  • Diana Van Den Berg Rookie - 1st Stage (12/15/2011 11:43:00 PM) Post reply

    Ah a fellow-South African! No, Alexandra, this place of your childhood, will never forget you, and knows that you have never left in your heart - don't listen to the whispers that say otherwise. I have nothing to critique. Your poem held me spellbound, every word of the way and your raw emotions have the tears still running down my cheeks. You posted this at a most historical moment. Well done!

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