Through a Feather's Touch
taste the dust of past and present
the moments of life’s gifts and love lost
blowing gently in the atmosphere like ghost sounds in symphony
entering your home, blinding your eye, seeking your company
and remember me as I was seated at your couch
I’m visible to you now only through a feather’s touch
I plead for a full life in my youth
I pray for safety from danger and an early death
I will ruffle feathers whilst crows' eggs hatch
with the time I’m given fulfil a purpose like a burning match
squeeze life to the fullest out of this body until my last breath
knock down closed doors until opportunities comes forth
what I fear most about life is dying, and the smell
the flies and decomposition of flesh from bone and skull
I know I cannot go into the afterlife in this expired shell
and chances are I’ve sinned so much I’m closer in fact to hell
the thought of being consumed by maggots, let me tell...
compels me to go against culture and tradition and oh well
my shadow will remain in the back of your mind
when I wither away and follow my tears into the ground
this boat is sailing in rough seas on a toss, ‘heads or tails’
I can never steer it to turn around once it sets sail
my cremated ashes is all that I can wear
a final sunset for warmth I hold in odourless glassware
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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