The Night Of Pain Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

I have a weak body tonight,
That which may not take me further than tonight,
My heart beats me slower like showers of a misty morning,
My eyes redden to my tightened nerves like prisoners of murder,
My belly snakes through like a poisoned tree,
My legs weaker, my spine tires like a farm labourer,
My ribs, fractured too,
My toes can't walk further than a mile,
My folks can't talk further than awhile,
My thoughts crawl to their nearest fear of my soul,
This night shall take my breath away from my soul,
Why do I have me suffer at the hands of a devil's claw?
Need I matter when mine eyes shutter(ed) without glow?
Bleed, my tears have blood of a season gone,
Seed, my fears have stained a season below their jaw,
What wrong have I committed between the laws of nature and person?
My head nods in pain
My muscles strain
Me like a fallen brave,
My thoughts I blame
Not to my grave,
My thighs have swollen wounds like a distant dreamer,
whose wish shall be to see the rising sun,
When the night comes to be
I shall flee
With patterns of life
In days of the darkest
Night of pain,
and dies coldly to my feet, lonely and sadly, in the night of pain
as I close my tearless eyes and [finally] gone,
To my dearest end as dust finally comes, and gone.

Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
10.01.2014
02h40

SOULSEEDS,2014
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