Treasure Island

Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

(September / Dennilton)

A death wishing soul?


Grasp for intrinsic surface
And see life as drudgery
And willing to walk a spiritual road

A soul that is touché red
Wishful body of upset thinker
Warmth with gloss
dry like sterm of marula tree

Grief soul sees demise as ultimate elucidation
A chaotic mind that sees contiguous
Hide's away suffering of sufferings
And have seen trouble in troubles
Afterglows of glowing

A body in tight spotted soul
Its does not grip a gulp of air but pain of silence.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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