A Dying Man's Plight To Live
Enter darkness, soothe my pain
Make me feel alive again
Any words to harsh to say
Make this vessel, pave my way
Burning fire, stew my bones
Just anything to steer my goals
Align this weary and confused soul
Define that future, review my role
Young apprentice, bleed me dry
Pump adrenaline into these dry eyes
Flay my body, roast my thighs
Bake my innards. I want to come alive
I crave your static, excite my mind.
Renew my senses choke my lifeline
In these last few years I have but lived a lie
I want to see again, though I’m destined to die
My days are few, my breathings in vain.
I’d rather live an hour than be a trade or a slave.
While men do slumber, I stare awake
Reliving regret as I waste away
The shoes men wear, leave no cast
Unless you see the present, there is folly in past
Live no boundaries, why not take a chance?
I’ll take this brief journey until my last.
Copyright © Sizwe Hlabisa | Year Posted 2013
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