Joshua Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

In silent suffering.
The cold tone of piano black stabs my soul.
Injecting darkness in its veins.
The ghosts of those I tortured,
Stood mummified by the grace and will of god.
Swiftly through the cold dark air they float.
The yellow-wood tree leaves falls for the winter.
Whistling through the night,
The gloomy greens of the dead arrest my soul.
I hear them howling with echoes of pain.
The hopper I cut lose from its long legs sits paralyzed by pain of loss.
I hear it spits my name in dispute,
"Joshua"
The sane old "why? "
I know not why I find it pleasurable to muse at others hurt,
Burn under their sins.
They say my day will come,
But my day has already passed.
I have witnessed my heart bleed.
I have seen the terrible of god.
I know his sins,
His crimes and evil.
I suppose it's only right that I say I have seen what was in the light of darkness.
Deus carus,
Hath I naked thee?
Forgive I,
But I meant it with no more less respect than a man would have unto an ant.
So forgive my sin as I would forgive thine too.
But forever would I pleasure bathing in the night of pains