GET UP

Written by: RONNY MADONSELA

Smell the coffee beans roast burning
In what is supposed to be Living 
The storms have long since past 
But its wind still blow in your ears
A souvenir chained firm on your wrist 
Leeching off the joys that once were

The sun drowns in the ocean
And with it your soul,
A small pleasure we once appreciated
Means nothing, just another load 
Weighing heavy on our shoulders
And you remain the silent ghoul 

My petitions are still hollow 
Oh, if you’d only hear me
Then my yearning love you’d see
Awaken from this frivolous sleep
Get up! , For I will wait no more
For Ignorance’s bliss fades