Blinding Light
Flying plates,broken porcelain
and
smashed family portrait
jewels strewn on the stained
marble floor
bloodshot eyes are fixed on its
makers
amidst anguished cries,
they dismember each other.
A frail body rushes into the
night
with a bleeding heart
darkness awaits to heal yet
another wound
i have travelled far
so beckon me not my makers
your chandeliers blinds me
I'll open my eyes in the dark.
Copyright © Mapulemla C Imsong | Year Posted 2010
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