Dying Dreams and Epitaphs
My eyes swept over the epitaph
tracing letter and syllable like a finger on braille
with each read the lines smudged
it all became a hazy blur
the message struck my eye with a blinding glare
I fumbled on my keyboard keys
a blindness setting in like Pharaoh's plague
my knuckles freezing and fingers numbing
I slipped into a trance as memories convoluted
Your poems were always a lively opera
each line a saccharine sweet melody
each stanza a soothing sip of milk
igniting an infant's craving on my palate
only suckling your infinite breast of
artistic excellence could lull my insomniac mind
if you succumb to arrows of hate,
if you let this dream sink to the depths of earth,
who shall conjure up the magic only your pen can weave?
who will hypnotise my senses when reality pierces me?
is this how all dreams end in the deathly depths of Sheol?
Nightmares awaken from their slumber
like Zombies awakening from the grave
sweet memories tremble and flee in terror
without your words to exorcise my haunted thoughts
I wish you'd never bury our writer's dream
Shards of your broken heart slice into my dream
your bleeding heart hemorrhages my pen
your dream is entwined with mine
writing an epitaph for yours, buries mine too.
Copyright © Naboth Ncube | Year Posted 2017
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