Stone Heart Poem by Sinomhlobo Marwanqa

I tried so hard to not pay attention
Yet this that I feel sends a convulsion
Things that you once felt; call it a repulsion
Things that once hurt; not my definition
I hate, hate, hate; that is repetition

Everything that I've felt; its the past
Being the best I can be; thats a must
I've been in love once; it did not last
Black sheep of civilization; I must be bread crust
All this hurt; I have the Lord as my mast

Nowhere I have never been. I am a stone
I get across then left alone
It hurts as my being is being thrown
Its a pity position where I internally moan
Careless I pretend to have a throne
It is life; you're never fully grown

The heaviest burden is this:
That thing that makes you miss
Like a possession I have a lease
If among us there were no spaces like geese
But since its that way let me hiss

Burdensome yet I feel nothing
Luckily nobody can do something
Its the last thing I need to feel something.