My Body Is My Hearse
I've forgotten
The taste of life
The sweetness in my mouth
Has long ran rancid
My wine too dry
And my bread in no time
will be mossy with mold
Remind me
Remind me how to feel
Joy
Inside, I feel as though
A thousand have died
A funeral for each
A thousand coffins lay in my mind
A thousand days to feel unhappy inside.
Copyright © Nasilele Mubyana | Year Posted 2012
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