Treasure Island

inomusa ndlovu

(31/07/1992 / Gwanda, Matebeleland South, Zimbabwe)

My Worlds


my world is in two
divided sorrow and limited joy
when i close my eyes i remember not
i remember not of my perfect day
i fear to wake up in the morning for sorrow awaits

i cant handle disappointments
but everyday i stare it in the eye
i freeze when i ought to challenge it
like an unarmed soldier faced with an armed enemy
i become powerless and weep like a baby

i cant remember when i was appointed
appointed to my perfect day
i fear the day i will find happiness
for then i will be let down again
cant cry, cant weep, cant scream
for i find no comfort on the shoulder of a soul

my worlds are in two but i exist in one
perfection knocks not on my door
when it does i fear to confront it
when i close my eyes i foresee falling down
to the ground where no soul is eager to lift me up

Submitted: Monday, April 02, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, April 03, 2012

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