23 Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Flogged 23 times by the Gods
Were the Pegasus of Eatos
My obsession of insanity
My darkest sorrows
For every 23 second of my living hell.
The crimson juice would venture from head to toe
signaling to the damned that I'm still alive
But comfort I would found not.
I tried to murder oneself from the 23rd floor
I Only manage to stand up again with only 23 broken bones.
My soul once more dwells unliberated

I'll loudly call upon the heavens
For answer's sake
My KJV torn,
Souls apart
Murdered by my savagery
A page of the Psalm 46 still lingered to the broken cover
I bore with it.
And read to its 46th word
An answer it brought not
But "Shake" was its word
I would do unto as it will
To shiver and shake under my fears.
A bitter taste of dark clouds molded within the abyss of my mind
I jumped to the very end of the chapter
Counted back the words to the 46th.
It bared I "Spear"

"Shake Spear? "
Would my intelligent damned mind scream?
The Psalm was a product of both 23 and 23.
I felt my groins cringing back into my body


Born under the sign of the Bull
I am he who is cursed of the 23 of April
So was Shakespeare.
A ghostly form of my childhood
Pierced through my thoughts
It gave a bleed
A child I'd forgotten
My heir
The half product of my 23 chromosomes endowed upon him.
My head went mellow.
I tried to break the spell of my haunting
A number of dark intent
I broke 2 from 3
I divided them
Forced them to oppose of their nature to befriended each other
But that yield me the impossible: 0,666 666 667

O' cry me blood
Young son of man!
Stranger to my conscious
I wished it not bare to show me the devious 666
I primed the sums
And tried to trick the gods with their language.
But they flew me flimsily a page of my KJV remains again.
It was of Numbers 23.
I versed it with the 23rd verse.
"What hath God wrought? "
The Almighty ushered back with a question

All is perverted sire
I beg of thee, mercy!
Kindly depart my soul from this horrid land ye created.
The land that rotates upon its 23rd degree axis.
Or I shalt doeth unto thee a great sin,
I shalt hang this living carcass on a 23 feet tall tree.
The heaven answered me not.
Like an honorable man I am.
23 feet high.
I kept my word.
Down to my death
I sprung all my 23 vertebrae
But death wished not to meet me half away.
When I consciously read out the date for today.
It was the 23rd of a 2nd month of a 3rd year of the millennium.
How one could be haunted by an insignificant nuisance, a number
That bare no more or no less than 23 souls to its body
Looking back
Did the Ouija warn me of the 23rd sign of the devil?
Here I am.
23 years of age.
23 minutes to midnight.
Cursed to drive the 23rd wheel chair.
As inmate number 23 at the loony bin.
Every day at 23rd hour
It would visit my cell.
Its whip would tear open my skin.
At midnight it would depart.
23 minutes to go.
A friend I'll travel with to the abyss of hell.

OM.Hajane