Dark Child
He sits at the bottom of the hole
Above him he sees the needle of light
Falling as it bottles him up.
He is weak and weary
Wants to stand up but cannot
Wished to talk but he has no heart
Yearns to see but has lost his sight.
He wants to be seen
To shake off the dust
Fell clean again
Rise up the bottle of light
Find it again which burnt in the furnace.
Copyright © Kudzai Mhangwa | Year Posted 2017
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