Treasure Island

Phinda Mkhonta

(8 December 1987 / In Swaziland)

Behind bars


I have longed in my heart,
Looking silently through the barred window
To the scrap of blue sky and mountains chain,
My hope of youth and rainbow day-dreams are locked,
While touching all my rough wounds,
My eyes escape to view through to the woods,
I was strong through your warm words,
Hope was a great injection in my veins,
While pain moves leisurely through my brain
My pain has no colour to explain,

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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  • Ana Monnar (9/17/2007 6:00:00 AM)

    Very sad poem, but very well penned. It is amazing how when people fall in-love, are heartbroken, get really upset, or some sequence of events out of the ordinary, make us write and express are emotions. (Report) Reply

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