Solo Poem by Relebohile Molale

My feelings are paralyzed i'm so in need of my inventor
The cold is trapped within me in my world it's always winter

The sun never shines, so the chill has taken over
Even having dark thoughts on my palm there's a revolver

Killing isn't an option, taking my life is a suggestion
Suffering is upon me, when will i witness alteration

Then they tell me all in good times and that patience is a virtue
But then i'm filled with doubt so be at peace before i hate you

I have pushed too many people away from me just so i be solo
I'm not depraved i'm a christian wishing to grip on that halo

The time will come and when it comes i will be calmer than calm
Whereby i thank the Lord for blessing me so hard with this farm

The farm of life, the farm of love, the farm of religion and strength
Yahweh your commandments will be obeyed by me with faith to the 10th