Melvyn Mohan (South Africa)

How many seconds in a man’s heart beat? How many breathes does he take till his last? How does the fire in his gut burn with desire?

I have many dreams but few expectations of my life, but this is all I have which I do not recognize anymore. I have lost my meaning and value of my own self worth.

I have become limited and constricted by boundaries that do not allow me success but only the failure of my dusty hands that riddle themselves with strengths and the only right of life that I have.

The dusty veins of my labour is tired but the words that are written in pain and blood express my only history to a generation a time, a era of youth that I am only a man and my success lives in my work that I once lived, loved and died a poor man with nothing but a heart full of words of success.