Transition
The black ceiling closes down
on me
a spasm of pain rocks my
whole being
the world is no longer mine
dreams has been crushed
the black ceiling retreats
fearfully back
a woman is born of a girl
the cracked mirror
shamedfacedly reflects a
bruised face
questions passes through
swollen lips
but the creator is mute now
He is gazing at a father's baby
in his daughter's womb.
Copyright © Mapulemla C Imsong | Year Posted 2010
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