Be Alive
Headlong I fall into a trap
The ascend back a slippery slope
My hands absorb the weight
My feet are deadweight
The puffs of exhaustion,
Sink with all intension
Trying to save myself
Despite my ending life
I still have so much to live for
Thoughts never considered before
Appointments, golf days
Alone, I say my prayers
To live and not to die
I’ve failed life’s gift, it's singular idea
I’d propagate my survival, if granted
To theirs unappreciated, I’m alive, shouted!
Precious life, now not enough
To pull me out of a pit this tough
I walked alone
A one army man
For help to come, I cry
A lifeline, a rope to take me home, I try
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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