Not Lost Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

The vultures circle above my lifeless body
Blood seeps out of my chest
Is this the end of the story, have I lost the glory?
Is it time for the chapter to end, for the eternal rest?

An angel flies in the distance, a tiny particle unseen
Specially that it is a he angel, dressed all in white
He walks to me and asks how I have been
I explain that nothing has been alright

With pity, he projects all the solutions I keep missing
I smile as the last bit of my mustache is caressed by the wind
I realize that HIV has nothing to do with kissing
He reignites the fire of my heart with just a splint

My faith is now rooted in him, as he wraps my cut
He give me a rod to walk by, on the path to Denmark
He really is from the den where Daniel had his part
Now my heart I marinate in luck