STOMACH PAIN

Written by: Boitumelo Mailula

Is this how it ends?
Alone I cry that this pain may end;
Each day brings more fear; 
Each sunrise I pray for a better day;
Afraid of the sunset as it marks the end;
Sunset as a reminder that everything has an end;
Afraid to close my eyes fearing death;
Sleep eludes me with time;
The one body part I feed betrays me;
Each pain a reminder that I’m alive;
As a wipe each tear I value my hands,
A tear a reminder my hands function;
Seems like the only part yet to betray me;
Haven’t checked my legs since I’ve been in bed;
Never let you live without food; 
Three times a day I feed you;
Never did I expect much from you;
How can you betray me like this?