May I sit up and ponder about the dearest ones
Who left my heart wretched
Because I love them so much
It makes me feel worthless for my defences where no match against fate
The occasional visitations of the image light blinds my heart
And cause it to bit fast in search of relief
Things will never stop slighting my mind and spiting my heart
Because my cling to them in real life has become a clutch of straws
My I sit up and ponder about the dearest ones
Those who are with me and would fly out of the nest one day for good
It makes me feel helpless to know that the time will come
And yet the solution has not been found nor will it ever be
The occasional premonition flicks, freaks me out of the reverie of indifference
These frights will never stop sparking my mind and spanking my heart
Because the chiming bell will only stop when the last sermon has seen the light of day
N Nkuna,17 December 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem