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Sibusisiwe Zilawe Poem
Even surrounded by life
Loneliness gropes at my throat
I can't breathe because of the heavy emotion that seats very audibly
at the pit of my chest
I'm barely hanging on for my own life
The syndrome that causes a manufacture of sad thoughts
Unhapiness dancing at the tip of my throat,
Manifesting itself in the depths of my opticals
Leaving evidence flowing carelessly on the rough surface of my cheeks.
What is this? This desire for the one I love?
Who put it there in the core of my being
Who grafted it into the life of my skin,
Sunk it into the juices of my bones?
Who lay it like a centerfold right across my face?
Like a burden that weighs on my heart
Why is it there if I can't enjoy it
Why waste the youthful years where love could be dancing around us
Waking and laying with us
What makes it difficult to explore the hidden corners of this feeling
To share every moment
To breathe the same air
To love the same God
To fight the same fight
To win the same battle
To live the same purpose.
Who grafted it into me
If not the God that gives good things
Why has this beautiful feeling been tainted,
Why does it feel like a taunt
Like an activated grenade
Love is meant to be lived
Not to be running down my cheeks.
Copyright © Sibusisiwe Zilawe | Year Posted 2016
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Sibusisiwe Zilawe Poem
THE DUNGEON THAT SUFFOCATES MY SPIRIT
ITS MY SOUL THAT SEEKS TO SUFFER,
OTHERWISE WHY ELSE WOULD I COME HERE
WHY DOES MY BODY BETRAY ME,
WHY WOULD MY BEING DENY ME AS I LIVE AND BREATHE,
IF I WERE TO DIE ITS MY HEART THEY WOULD WANT TO TAKE,
ITS MY HEART THEY SEEK,
PITY THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT STATE ITS IN,
PITY THEY CANT SEE THE SHRIVELLED RED PUMPING OBJECT INSIDE ME,
THEY DON’T KNOW ITS TORN AND BROKEN;
THAT ITS SUFFERED
THE PAINS OF A THOUSAND MACHETES;
THAT ITS BEEN BEAT AND WASTED;
BEAT AND WASTED, BEAT AND WASTED
THEN THROWN INTO THE DRAIN
I WISH IT WERE PERFECT,
I WISH IT WERE SAFE,
I WISH IT WAS WITH YOU
IF I WERE TO DIE ITS MY MIND THEY SHOULK SEEK
Copyright © Sibusisiwe Zilawe | Year Posted 2016
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Sibusisiwe Zilawe Poem
Paths of my destiny are filled with thorns and thistles
Not only where I walk but where I lay my head to rest.
Rest is my God given ability, the way my body is capable of deciphering the message from my brain that screams these bones are wasted!
Rest! Lay them down!
See if my bones crafted by the almighty are able to decipher a message from my brain that dictates to my being that all in me needs to retire then it must be for a reason
A reason to be restored, renewed, reinvigorated, resuscitated
See my brain works in wonders,
Much like my creator he works in mysterious ways.
I bet you all wonder what I'm going on about?
I also wonder the message I'm meant to deliver
See I heard him say rest and I wondered why
I heard him say rest and I thought it was for my bones
It got me thinking
If my bones can decipher a message from my brain to lay these bones then what power does the God who crafted these bones and composed this brain have.
I'm telling you it all started from REST, this wonder I have at his magnificence
My God who created the brain that can dictate to my being and my bones that can decipher a message from my brain that these bones need to rest.
I'm confused about my brain, I don't know the message I'm meant to send.
The only thing I'm sure of is the God who composed my brain, for a reason he gave me a season
This season to wonder about my brain and my bones
To write it over and over and over again
To get confused about brains and bones and words
But to always be clear about his amazing wonder
About his majesty, king of glory To spread the word of his grandeur, my saviour
The joy of my life, love of my life
Redeemer, savior the one who found me when I was lost
Rescued me from my confusion, my foolishness
Cleaned me dressed me up and loved me just as I am
Don't get confused about his love.
Copyright © Sibusisiwe Zilawe | Year Posted 2016
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Sibusisiwe Zilawe Poem
Bewitched in the very center of my core
a poison so deadly
even the king of all venom lays down in submission to this maliciousness
take me now don't you see it in my eyes?
what an infected being I've become?
infected with yo lies and deceit!
its become part of my spirit.. now 2 embrace or 2 rebel..
realy? rebel against my own spirit!
Hw do u not see?
the cancer you have infected me with
i am damaged so much that i loath you
yet i feed on the harsh words you spit at me
i have begun to depend on your beastliness to derive my worth
betting on your approval to define me
what toxoid have you injected me with?
that i have become immune to this filth you feed me?
i can only fight with my words
i wait on the courage to fight with my strength.
Copyright © Sibusisiwe Zilawe | Year Posted 2016
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