Scrambling
Tumbling
Fumbling
Seeking for lost treasures
Where did I go wrong?
Seeking bygone desires
Begging for relief from
Eternal purgatory
Dying slowly
How could it be
That a spirit
Once filled
With bountiful life
Coursing through her veins
Feels like the beckoning of death
Knocks on her door so heavily
Waiting
Cajoling
For thine spirit to embrace the
Kicks of a dying horse.
I remember a time
When the world was vast
Dreams abound
Nature’s milk plentiful
Mountains asunder
Rivers spilling over
Cup runneth over
Fertile crops
Smiles from ear to ear
Oh the beautiful preservation of what was!
Then it all came crashing
Pain engulfed her spirit
Tormented her soul
Immersed itself in her essence
Gave her no respite
She clings onto dear life
Mutters the last kicks of a dying horse.
She lived a full life
For that, she will always take pride.
©2017. Sakhile Mogale
