No Man, No Cry Poem by Lundi Ncuthu

Good morning deathI hope you're well
In case you're wondering, I am that soft little soul you robbed
of a parent years ago, I was a soft innocent soul
all I quivered for was a soft hug, a tender kiss and parental love
yet you found time to brake us apart.

When you were slowly sipping his soul down your throat
they called you cancer, they said you were corrosive
Moments after moments, we were slowly but surely loosing a part of him
Tears broke like volcanoes covering the land in an instant
that who ever steps shall descend the stairs of death
You took love before I knew it ever existed

My heart is a canvas of sorrows
Demons reminiscing in resonant voices
That you took my voice before I knew how to pronounce
"dad", and engraved "dead" instead, I watched his soul descend
his body without a good bye, then he reached a hand
Quivering as if overwhelmed with fear
Ruffled my hair, he wanted to shed the last tear
perhaps utter the last words
that could echo across decades
but he couldn't, I was six years old
And not ready for such brake down

The mud subsides when the waters calm
Like a seed underneath the snowy winter
My voice has been shattered by your aftermath
I took a long black train to a "No man no cry" world
an imaginary planet, one that is engraved
on the mind of a broken soul
seeking to finally settle with an old foe
Just until the roar settles into a thunder
Until we know that an ocean is a sink for carbon dioxide
the pain subsides.