My Isolation Chamber
Light borrowed from a beginning’s shine
From the opening of a shut eye with a seal
A vision of the new never before seen
The flash of a truth once hidden to reveal
We make these journeys with our minds
Stretching through bygones, forever and evers
Take these decisions without trusting our friends
Our feet firmly planted in doubt of the what ifs?
If hunger was not real, then starvation would not exist
But war is real and so are the lives if steals
If seconds were not thieves, they would be first
At night, my shut eye remembers vividly tears it spills
My camera lens stopped working when I retired
Life is now a reruns of all repressed ideas trying to remember
Those never recommended at the fear of never being recorded
A collection of ideologies in my isolation chamber
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment