I Count Them - To Our Nation's Children
Every step you take haunts me
I count them each morning you toss to avoid
the searing sun
I count them as if
each ray ends in trickles of our unsavoury sweat
I count them as days
that have sown my endless regrets
I count them for you
and I count them for the odious nature of
the emptiness in all of us
I count them too,
as they perish like flies...
denied the chance to further infect irony,
to inflict further harm,
by the end of everything
There are times days are shortest
in summer
I count them,
And the fear that I do not know
how to make life love you more
They seem as infinite
as the cliff that perilously retains
your distracted mind
It's easier to count the joys
between the moments of dread
Between the nightly screams of unwanted new life
I count the days till they are you
and someone counts their diminishing dreams
There are times
when night nestles beside me
and seeks its own redemption
I count them,
In fear darkness will soon yield,
when I have lost count...
and storms count for me
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2016
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