Mishack Mchunu Poems
How Far I Love You
I don’t love you
For the prideful and self centered reasons.
When the sky is blue,
To the slaying storms and all kinds of seasons
In the midst of pain,
To the four ends of the Compass you will hear me cry.
Standing on the rain,
Waiting for a new day and all these tears to dry,
Not for your sexy body that dwell with my lust.
To the depth of your immortal soul I reach,
I adherer to it until it flies out of this dust
World’s Terror could I be satisfied without her and have no pleasure to search?
To all being you are my prime,
A centurion I ...
To Those In Pain
Tears from that face will forever fall
But not shall they reach that ground,
Nor turn the dry lands into Eden for all,
For that infliction will strike for more and never turn around
Though life may turn you in to a soccer ball
Banging you into its own direction and leave you to die from its pound.
That salty water would never result in to a spell
To fleet to hell that trouble or rebound.
You shall cry but later move on