Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Rookie - 52 Points (1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Regret - Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Driving down the road enthusiastically,
I resolved to overtake a slow moving truck,
Against the voice of the child of reason and the law,
Believing that a quick and small offence will remain small in mistake,
Alas, the sudden appearance of a car from the opposite direction,
Caused me to shorten my smaller mistake even more,
Maximising the danger,
My car got sanguiged between the truck and the other car,
I and my car got suffocated beyond voice and bell,

The wreckage was suddenly hidden in a human laager,
The crash had smashed the straight of my brain to deem lights,
Voice prompts from the onlookers caused my mind to race back,
Through the smoke, tracing the whereabouts of the child of reason,
At the same time wishing for the start of the day when everything was clear skies,

Now my car is stuck in the mud,
Nothing can be done to retrieve it except in the mind of regret,
Now I have a mental vision of the truck,
Travelling down the road, my car following, all driven by the children of reason,
My car overtaking, truck slowed down and the approaching car also slowed down,
Oh, I'm still in the mishmash of the accident, this is real!
I wish it was unreal, like the sweet relieve from a nightmare,

My mind is racing from the back of the truck, to the front and back,
The wreckage has wrecked the straight of my mind,
Everything remains crooked,
My heart pumping out of tune,
I touched myself and felt no flesh but cold wood stock,
I felt no pain amid the red sea and anguish everywhere in the wreckage,
Suddenly my mind is split, I'm in the middle of the red sea, a swum of sharks is surrounding me,
Licking the blood on my body,
Then I see myself in the witness of the accident, safe, not involved but concerned as a spectator,

The child of reason's voice is never amplified,
It is un-mistakenly straight, soft and through, always,
I heard it before all my wrecked decisions but never in the wreckage,
I wish I could grow this child and let it hold my hand before the precipice,
Now my heart and mind are crackling with contrition,
The voice of reason before and after is still the same,
Thus I still hear it,

In response I say, ' If only I had heeded the soft voice and avoided the loud bang, '
Now my heart is aching red, my mind is exploding smoke,
In response, I say, on behalf of the victims, 'If only they had slowed down their vehicles and avoided the crash'
Now I felt like an empty shell of a carcass driven by the battery of the truck,
The victims, the apparitions behind the wheel,

In hospital, doctors have found my heart and mind wrecked beyond repair,
The cure is said to be at the spot of the wreckage,
With the kiss of the wreckage apparitions,
They are smiling in the heavens and want me to smile back in return,
Alas! ' I felt my heart coming together with my mind,
Now I can walk tall.
11 Feb 20121 Niki

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2012

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