Black Day Poem by Alison Mujati

Black day
On this day tenth of September
Bright cloudless sky though not sobber
Sobbing sentiments, yet the act metaphors a dead rubber
Dreaming of yesteryear, a story of January to December.

He is gone my brother and friend
Left behind to nurse feelings I never comprehend
Crying a river but it's a jibe none can stand
He is gone, still my brother and friend

Time give time steals
Worried about the catch, my net is full of eels
Time blossoms time fades
There were good and bad times
Tired of rhymes but they testify it charms

Who am I to be blind?
I'm learned to discern a command
Yet toll never gives for free but sweat
I'm going astray,it's madness andeloquence, so sweet
Truth be told I miss you brother

I wanted day to turn,
Not the ugly way but rightly
It's done the damage, I cannot run
Grab the pain and bear it not lightly
My own painful right, they think it's all fun

Gone is the childhood dream
Gone are the days we played as a team
Two better than one, a story of our realm
Two reduced to one, a stitch alone never makes a seam

When my time finally reaches
Will you be there by the Riverside with peaches
When my ship to the unknown sails ashore
Will you be herding them bulls of peace and no gore

Just traumatized by that spirit of need,
Why so urgent when you could wait till decades
I'm shivering, my heart plays flowing water over a reed
So many days in one but I play all parades
Tenth September will always be my black day