This Everyday Torture
There is no better person
Where would I start
To tell your story
Recollecting my thoughts
More than you,
It was those sunny Sundays
The 20th of August to be exact
Whereby I usually go for a walk
Little did I know that it might be my last
Mesmerized by the disbelief of it
The constant kicking of the leg
In the freeway between Dawn and Amalinda
Falling on my back,wandering what would be the headline
What a tragedy,missing woman
This man is going to kill me
Rolling on my side,wandering what would Amantankwende clan say at my funeral
I am going to die
Getting up on my feet,wandering what would my so call friends say about me
Be careful who you surround yourself with
What would be the cause of it
The truth is a rare commodity
It does not set you free,
There is no better person
Where would I start
To tell your story
Digesting the events
More than you
Copyright © Sibusisiwe LETA Ncede | Year Posted 2023
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