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Nomthandazo Tsembeni Poem
As i cause conflict
between pen and paper,
my mind takes a journey,
going back to the how
we used to be.
Tears are instantly
released
from my eyes.
Memories stored in my
mind arise.
Hidden secrets of my
undiscovered
fear becomes exposed,
i scratch my old wounds
hoping to see blood.
Blood which symbolizes
pain,
shall my wound be noted
when i become pale?
Invisible wound neglected
for it can't be seen with
the naked eye.
Invisible wound rejected,
because no doctor is
qualified enough
to heal it.
How long shall i remain
with a wounded soul?
How long will i que up to
see a surgeon to take my
beyond repair heart out
and give me a new heart,
A heart capable of
trusting again,
a heart able to love
unconditionally again.
A heart that will pump
blood and not pain.
A heart that will beat
and not fear to love.
This wound bleeds
internally and everytime i
try to forget about its
agony,
i wish i could just see it,
because this invisible
wound will have me
thrown in a deep pit
Copyright © Nomthandazo Tsembeni | Year Posted 2011
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Nomthandazo Tsembeni Poem
Lament of my heart
sang by my soul.
Remarks of the hurt
visible through thy hole.
This pain in deadly fatal,
my aim is to have it
bandaged,
the agony is getting
worse
damn you've hurt me and
now i'm toxic.
I hide my pain and
wounds
behind my wide smile.
I avoid watery eyes
by remindin myself
about what we used to
be
I'm torn deep inside
my rib cage.
My organs are interrupted
by the cuts your
neglectance
has caused to my heart.
My patience and
perseverance seem
to lack due to the damage
you done in my soul.
I bleed the reaction
i do when my blood
circulation is disturbed
by the blood clots caused
by the pain you've caused
me.
My brain aches,
my heart is wounded,
my mind is swollen,
my soul is over stitched
I'm torn and nothing
can be done to fix me up,
I give away my boots,
hand in my membership
card,
hang my jersey,
leave the field
and quit the game...
T.O.R.N!!!
Copyright © Nomthandazo Tsembeni | Year Posted 2011
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