Did You Forget Me? Poem by Thabani Khumalo

FOR I KNOW THE PLANS YOU HAVE FOR ME, PLANS TO DESTROY PROSPERITY
AND BRING ME HARM, PLANS TO GIVE ME HOPE WHEN I KNOW THAT IT IS DEAD.
I AM TIZZO STRAY LOB, AND I HAVE BEEN TOLD THAT I AM NOTHING MORE THAN A PEASANT.

EARLY IN THE MORNING WHEN THE COMFORTING DARK NIGHT VANISHES INTO THE LIGHT OF DAY
I GET TERRIFIED BY THE LUGUBRIOUS VISIONS THAT SUDDENLY BURST INTO MY SIGHT
AND I SEE BEGIN TO THE CREEPY AND THE SCARY STUFF THE AFFECTS THESE END DAYS,
BUT THE THINGS THAT TERRIFY ME EVEN THE MORE IS HOW ALL THESE THINGS ARE QUICKLY
SPOILING THE GOOD APPLE(THAT IS MY MIND) .

THE DAYS ARE LOOMING WHEN IT SHALL COME TO PASS THAT ALL THERE WILL BE ABOUT MY WORST FEARS
WILL BE THE PENT UP PROGRESSING ON HUMAN SOUL FROM THE SCARS THEY HAVE ALL CREATED IN ME.
I HAVE BEEN MISUSED AND ABUSED, TORTURED AND BRUTALIZED AND LEFT WHITE-WASHED TO THE MARROW
AND TO ROT IN AGONY AS AN OUTCAST OR TRASH. BUT I WILL LASH BACK AND IT IS NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY
AND THEY WILL ALL HAVE THEMSELVES TO BLAME.

HOW DID YOU FORGET ME?