A Death Wishing Soul? Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Grasp for intrinsic surface
And see life as drudgery
And willing to walk a spiritual road

A soul that is touché red
Wishful body of upset thinker
Warmth with gloss
dry like sterm of marula tree

Grief soul sees demise as ultimate elucidation
A chaotic mind that sees contiguous
Hide's away suffering of sufferings
And have seen trouble in troubles
Afterglows of glowing

A body in tight spotted soul
Its does not grip a gulp of air but pain of silence.