I Still Want To Write A Sad Poem Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

I will be the hole in the wall
I will give you a glimpse into my life
I will be a convex mirror at the stall
I will give you a sneak view of your life

I still want to write a sad poem
I was disturbed when she suddenly fell
On the floor fidgeting
When we all got startled
And started to yell
'Mama! Mama!
Wake up mama!
What's wrong? '
She was strong,
Even when she knew something was wrong
She told us to be strong

She let go of the wooden spoon,
She was about to feed us with
She laid emotionless and motionless
As the pot boiled until the stove was filled
With our last supper
We held her cold hand so tightly
With hopes that she will clasp again
Her hands were wide open
To unleash our future filled with grave pain

We were evacuated abruptly
Before we all could burn down
With our mother,
Our shack and last supper
We were immediately graduated
To the next society statistic
Our new last names
Were suddenly written
In bold letters and it read ORPHANS

Displaced into a new world order
Where life had open wide its red Old fangs
Mama was completely wiped out of our lives
When she fell ill and died
We were all infected with all the society ills
I still can't find the words to write a sad poem


But I still want to write a sad poem
About love,
About being in love
About not being loved

I will be the hole in the wall
I will give you a glimpse into my life
I will be a convex mirror at the stall
I will give you a sneak view of your life

He or she was no landlord,
But you trusted them
With the keys to your heart
You tend to invest too much in trust
Some people are like boxers
Jumping up and down with theirs fists
Looking for vulnerable hearts to thrust
You were knocked down
But it was not a saddest poem

James pleaded his love case to her
Since five years ago
Until a year ago,
When he was convicted
To be unworthy and
Sentenced to a life of rejection

He sent a few fancy detailed emails
To appeal her sentences
Which read, 'It's not you, it's me,
I am in love and
You are in love with me,
The difference is that
I am in love with someone else.'

James was a staunch believer of a brighter future
Which includes him,
His taken lovely wife and kids,
But I swear we all heard James wailing that night
As his mind replayed an omnibus
Of snippets of her smiles, Cordial Manners
And her various genteel gestures on the dinner table
That night was the longest sad poem,
At least for James

James is an early riser,
He deserves to keep the keys to the office
Murphy's met him that morning,
When he walked into the office,
When she was also being chauffeured in,
He kissed her so deeply,
And Walk around his car
Then opened the door for her,
Kissed her one last time on the chick
And then He said 'I love you'
She giggled and declared 'I love you too'
I still want to write a 'said' poem, because
James saw all off this as it unfolded
Right in front of his eyes
I will write a sad poem
and only James will relate.