Monks
I don't think, I'm a feeler
And I feel heavily for her
A monk grows out his head
And leaves his house,
A patriot would turn for her
I don't speak, I'm a liver
Due to the abstinence
Of my other parts
The devout preacher
Cuts and pours
His heart onto bathroom sinks
For his house is empty
He, has left his religion
For something more heavenly
The monk grows out his hair for love,
He who is broke in spirit, becomes a believer
Unspoken words flood in open verse,
A schoolgirl becomes a healer.
Copyright © Luyanda Cele | Year Posted 2025
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