Memorizing My Death Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

Lying viciously still like a scavenger on its meal,
That's how the stranger came in.
Uninvited, it opened the doors to my life.
That is the day I died.

I heard voices calling my name like I was walking into the hall of fame.
' made my moves like game to avoid the blame & now I ask: how I died?

A minute ago I was fine and well, having fun with pearls
The next moment I'm lying still in a subconscious state...
Atleast I came back to write this piece in memory of my half death.

Walking down memory lane alone
My memories bring happiness and harmony and I stand today to give a testimony,
while memorizing my own death.

As from now on I'm correcting my acts and try to avoid incoherence as it is not my inheritance and this is how my LEGACY will be preserved for I served myself more than anything else in the world.

I'm only confessing this as part of my memory, despite my poor economy.
I cheated death and escape unharmed, drove back memory lane and vow not to let my mind DIE



© reserved