A Lullaby Poem by Bongiwe Ndlovu

A Lullaby



He sang me a lullaby that would hurt for a long time
He sang me a lullaby with the words unspoken.
He sang me a lullaby of a none ending story with hurt and sadness that would rip my heart apart and leave my eyes turning into a river.

Another high note in the midnight and the fist hit the eye and shift the cheek bone.
Another low note as the silent cries seem loud but the heart willing to take another hit.
Sing another lullaby like every night you leave me wondering.
He sang me a lullaby that had 3 stanzas/paragraphs and asked me to sing along.

Put my face in the shape that you desire. Let my pleading turn to your praise, as you hear me screaming 'stop', may that be what you desire.He hit another high note this time it was a bleeding vain. The silence of a lullaby never seems near.

He sang me an addictive lullaby of pain, grief and sorrow. I spent my nights in heavy breaths and danced to a lullaby that had no rhythm, he needed silence but never did he provide it. The high pitch of a cracking bone seems like a note that he likes, his favourite part of the lullaby. He sang me a lullaby and he left me in the corner where I panted like a dog and wondered like a breeze. He sang me a lullaby and he was gone, now my nights are silent!

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