Dying And Crying Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

Alone on my own I stand alone on the edge of a valley, were I look at the distant mountains were the orange-brown disc known as the sun sets to give birth to multiple diamonds.

A perfect glimpse at the shadow that stretched far long behind me.
It never changes it's appearence but only its direction. I was sure I left it but it caught up with me. I may run away but not from it. It's part of me. It's my past.
Dreams faded without being aided.

I dont know me, all I know is: I'm misjudged.
Let the waters of my body cleanse my spirit and rinse all the impurities of mine imaginations.

And if this is a crucifixion, my heart wont fade with it.
Let me celebrate my past at all cost in order to attain a better tomorrow, while serving suffering humanities

Let my burried blood and ego set and calm all the winds whirling around me.

If suffering is nature, then the nature of suffering must be identified.

I'm crying but I'm not Dying

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