Zanele Mavuso

That Day - Poem by Zanele Mavuso

Will that day ever come? That one free day.
First sight of the morning with no sore eyes, headaches and neck pains.
Will that gentle breeze of happiness come?
A joyful day it would be.
A fun day it will be. But sometimes
Life gets sad and brings tears.
Death is sad and makes people teary.
Why is sad to die?
Why do people die, if they are born to live.
Will we ever wake up to see that day?
Do dead people die die or do they transform to another dimension?
Or are they still waiting for that day.
Is it really Jah works for people to sleep and die.
Why does it feel hurt. why does it bother the soul.
Is it because we all interconnected or
we just get attached to each other because we know each other.
It's nature I sometimes find strange.
How sure is it that we all live our purpose and supposedly die
on time.

Will I ever wake and not feel my mother's presents in the air
Will I ever listen and not hear her voice?
She speaks to I in a soft tone. Am I crazy for hearing it.
Professionals will say I'm schizophrenic.
Friends will say I'm mad. But it is real.
It is in my heart
I can hear it in my head
Every night I go to bed
I say prayer so I don't get scared.

You always closer to me and get closer as we grow.
Will I ever wake up and not miss you?
One day.

Comments about That Day by Zanele Mavuso

  • (2/21/2018 7:34:00 AM)

    Thank you. I really appreciate the feedback, keeps me motivated. (Report) Reply

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  • Jazib Kamalvi (2/21/2018 4:46:00 AM)

    A refined poetic imagination, Zanele. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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