Things Falling Apart Poem by Ishmael Mabhiza

A rapid change, uninformed
It happened like in a dream-
It happpened; when I was asleep
It disbanted me and made me linger into many-
Many worries
So much drenched into mutability
Deeply put-Deeply emmersed
Deeply uncoverged I was-
Actions with faith stayed in put
To mark the end of my cries
A mourning everyday-a little rest I could get
More worries, more unsettlement
More questions-More disturbances

Who am I
What am I
When do I-Oh thats mutability
Nothing to conjure as good-but only no future
Thus indeed things falling apart
Thus indeed things falling apart
No uplifting-No appraising
No satisfaction-No Motivation

When everyone feels annoyed
Thinking of hope-its a dismay and a disarray
All the pompas behaviour
All the croaked nature
It matters how you were bred
It matters how you grew up
It matters how things come to be.

Know yourself and guve thanks to the Lord
Know yourself and praise God
It turns to be purple- as you sniff a peril
It gives pay-yes I feel

When there is a little shed of hope
When there is a small hand to help
Never dispair-things aint falling apart