My Rage Poem by MATSEPE MOLEFI

MY RAGE

Pain is no more pain
Pain is now like a rain.
It comes and go.
Yet my rage still.
Yet not my age.

If I was about to write.
I would fill pages
Like am in the cage,
With too much rage.

I need a light
Since life is tight
Not that am right
Yet the future is bright!

I want to be nice,
Yet change got me twice,
My life is a block of ice,
Maybe I should cook a rice.
Until the sun rise.
My rage, aging with pages.

MOLEFI M