I''Ll Crawl To The Finish Line......... Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I''Ll Crawl To The Finish Line.........



The hour came the gun fired
The race began in haste
A new life was born
Wrapped in mystery
Unknown was her journey
The warmth of her mother's bosom
Comforting her for now
The first lap was done
Sleep came and she slept

The hour came, the gun fired
The race began in haste
Sweet melodies of childhood
Unperturbed she played
The games of childhood
Comforting her for now
The second lap was done
Sleep came and she slept

The hour came, the gun fired
The race began in haste
Beating was the sounds of the hood
Adolescence was sweet
Flowing like honey
Discovering her youth
The beautiful fountain of life
The third lap gone
Sleep came and she slept

The hour came. The gun fired
The race began in haste
Her early twenties were the years
Fuming and sizzling with wonderful things
Sparkling with the joy of youth
Love came and she embraced
The mysterious spell was sweet
Consuming her being
She drowned, unable to let go
The love that was doomed
Because her heart was hooked
Imbibed she was drunk
Drunk with the juices of love
The mysterious spell unseen
Devouring her heart
Her only mistake was to love


Sleep came and she was awake
Awoken by the endless dream
That pursued her every thought
Nightmares uninvited
Invading her mind
Causing her unimagined pain
The terrible price of love

Sleep came and she was awake
Streams of sweat down her head
Trying to wash her pain away
The pain that robs her of sleep
Causing her heart to ache
The song in her heart disturbed
Messed by the thing she loved
The one she thought was to be
The one and only one to ring her wedding bells with


Sleep came and she was awake
Approaching was dawn
Her eyes pierced by the approaching light
The promise of a better day
The day she shall be able to let go
The love that was doomed
The terrible price she paid
Stumbling on the racecourse
When the race was hers
She let go of the win
Settling for the bronze
The gold flashing past her
Zooming with speed of light
Discouraged she was not
For the day has come
The beginning of an end

Sleep came and she was awake
The final lap was dying
Having made her mind
She knew she was done
Drowning in her sorrow
Settle for the pain she refused
Encouraged by the bright sunrise
She dreamed of the day of victory
Her heart pounding she will run
Past her sorrows towards happiness
Her thoughts swelling, brimming with tears of joy
As she crawled across the finish line

Thursday, July 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Kenneth Maswabi

Kenneth Maswabi

Maun, Botswana
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