David Ration Lekoba

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I Can’t Let Go - Poem by David Ration Lekoba

Dreaming back through life,
Your time-and mine...
I'm in a fix And you are out,
Death let you out,
Death had the mercy,
You are done with the century...
I, even I, still can't let you go...
For to let you go
Is myself destroyed
Your time-and mine atrophied

My jealousy, my confusion…
You dead…slave to death?
You dead…at the mercy of death?
Done with the hot larva of life
Yeah, in a fix I am
Yet still I can't let you go...

My mouth is burning.
Yeah, with words of a woman in pain.
My eyes turn to the immoderate past.
With tears running from my voice
I whisper rest in peace
Yet still I can't let go...

Some have called you mighty and dreadful.
But you oh death art a slave to fate.
For by one short sleep past.
He will awake eternally
And you shall be no more...
This I know…
Yet still I, even I, can't let go
For to let you go
Is myself destroyed
Your time-and mine atrophied

Through my teary eyes
Yeah, even this rickety voice
Is the thought to self destruct
To escape the harsh realities of solitude
No! he rests in peace!
Solitaire, I’ll be in peace

You old death!
You rejoice in my weeping
Oblivious I weep for that which has been my delight
I embrace my pain
And burn it as fuel for this my solitaire journey
You, Death, are a delightful hiding place from this harsh world
I laugh at your naivety
For He that died paid all debts
My time is not yet
My time might come or never
This I know…
Yet still I, even I, can't let go
I wait in peace
You, my darling, rest in peace

Comments about I Can’t Let Go by David Ration Lekoba

  • David Ration Lekoba (10/3/2011 6:02:00 AM)

    Hey Luis. U r ryt. very ryt. But at a closer look, the poem is not only about death. It more emphasises the triumph of love over death. While the person is not coming back, the love they gave us, the love we give them still lives on. death cannot take that away...while we physicaly myb solitaire, we are emotionaly not alone...look closer at the poem in that direction and tell me what you think...

    Thanx for your comment.

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  • Luis Estable (10/3/2011 5:33:00 AM)

    To hang on to somenone who is dead is not only out of practice with common sense but of not use. The person is never coming back; no one has ever done it, so why to hand on to the impossible? It`s only making your life a hell where a hell should never be.

    I could say more about this unreasonable feeling but this enough here.

    Take care now!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, November 7, 2011

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