Au Roi Poem by Khumo Mhlanga

What makes you think that you deserve all this?
Perverse...Narcissus
Your mouth constantly rewarding you for works that should remain secret
Left to right hand oblivious -
That concept is dead to you

When I'm done purging myself of you,
I'll look at the puddle of regurgitation at my feet & be glad I walked away
Left behind with the sheddings of the old me
New skin, new life
You're discarded
Useless

Blind man, dark room, black cat -
Grandeur...deluded
Inaccurate reflection of myself mirrored in 'your iris
Not anymore

You're undeserving!
I never knew you.
Left behind at the last parting of lips
Fading memory...