Comments about Noxolo Qwabe
Buried in a room full of skeletons,
Scared to crack a bone yet tempted to lay next to them...
They eat and dance in celebration,
They look happy to me, yet
Loud and loud they cry,
Far too fresh to understand how I can be of any help,
I wish to blink and every bone back to it's owner
Thoughts raving, emotions fuming, I do want to help even though I am trapped my self
Not what imagination felt like, not what I had in ma mind.
Too bad I can't turn to the next person,
Heart bleeds anger, I hate it in this place
How can one manage to survive in such a ...