Blind Fear (In My Eyes) Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

i looked at my eyes
for the very first time
all i could see
the blind fear in my eyes
i roared in the middle of thought
where is everyone when i need them most?
how can they run away by cause?
i asked, not
in grief or anger, in despair may be

on foot, my face and lips all cracked
as i ventured into the jungle,
my teeth chattered
in cold but very hot emotions
of wondering
how luck could have left me so alone,

i squat to the feeling of nothingness
like a stone falling from a distant heart
narrowly escaped, life at heart
to suppress my memories at heart
my blood runs in cold as i recollect
a sudden cry over my shoulder at once
i looked at my eyes again; at once

and spoke timidly to my person's eyes
how hard it were without surprise
of any emotional upheaval to rise
as the wind blew into every crack of mine
and soaked my person to the skin one time
as i looked straight into my eyes

i could see how the grass
and flowers
sprout and spring in intimacy
but pain
within
for all i had were
all lost and gone again
like the tiny little butterflies
on my mind
that covered all my thoughts to the end
with misery written all over my face
and looked a sorry sight on my face
i could barely see myself
and still looked blindly at my eyes
at last, and rested


opn17112012/1315

poem: 'the blind fear in my eyes'
book: 'the mind and the science of life' book no.13 of 2012
year: november 2012

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