Moses Shimo Seletisha

Rookie - 0 Points (Tsimanyane near M/hall in Limpopo Province, SA)

Sentence - Poem by Moses Shimo Seletisha

Inside me is a dead organ
From the crest of my mind
Flows the blood of a stillborn
Muted and disconnected from womb to tomb
Uprooted shamelessly
His soul cancelled
From the book of life
Indeed life is a knife
Aborted soul I know of
Tears so eternal
Memories flushed overnight
Folk tales are better told
I am burning from inside
It haunts me
To know that, I do not know you
I feel blank
More like a word puppet
Where my lips dance for every tune
I call it a verbal prostitution

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013


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