In my mind you hiss
like an unfavorable mist.
My mind you've mixed
and with a thorn you've pricked.
I used to miss
All those days in a glimpse
When my mind was a weak-lately-born
to know nothing about this vast world.
I thought you would last
But you were for just
and a spell you've cast
then my life you've burst.
I wanted to live in vain,
And now I'm sayin' it again.
I'm waiting for a train,
to carry me again.
©Tlotliso Benny Banda 2015.
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