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