Corona Virus
It is never hard to master the art of losing with so many things filled with intent and loss without disaster.
We lose somethings every day and accept the fluster like the door keys with a bad passing hour.
We practice loss further as we continue to lose to a pandemic, teaching us how to master the art of being faced with death every day.
I lost my grandparents' belongings and continue to look with the hope to find what is now lost and with that, a house is also lost with all its belongings.
I lost lives, lovely ones. I even began to vaster some artifacts I owned which followed like the streams of the river.
I collect thoughts and memories as I miss each one of them every day and this like no dream is no disaster.
I have no joking voice or gesture of the pain I encountered as I master the art of loss for what I encounter is a disaster
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Copyright © Masego Nkuna | Year Posted 2021
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