Torn Poem by Maphoka Lenkoe

Heart is sore and in tatters,
blood seeps from all sides as I feel life escaping me,
I drift along, alone in a crowd
I shouldn't have let you in this far,
Now even my light is dimmed, I stumble in the darkness that is my soul,
I am lost, seeking wisdom even from the dead,
Ears on tombstones but even there, only silence prevails,
I search in the maze that is my mind,
Could there be comfort hidden there from the past,
And all I here is 'you are torn',
I look to strangers for peace, but they too carry burdens,
We walk around heavy laden, our pain following us like shadows,
And then as the dead leaves fall to the ground it hits,
Just let yourself be torn