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Dumisani Mahwite Poem
In life things change -
Tables eventually turn.
Emotions spark up
And friendships burn up
As relationships break down
As chains would rust,
But secrets break apart
Bonds rooted in trust.
It was a fire raging rampant;
Fixed only on causing trouble,
Not resting till it was triumphant;
Hoping to burst his social bubble.
In the room, it was the elephant.
Fire warming, also burning: working double...
Day in day out it reinforced his grind:
It was what kept him alive,
But to its motives he was blind,
His secret crush: 'Reason to why he thrived'
His life would cave in
If his wife found out.
His life was filled with sin,
Only that's not what it was about.
He said he loved her:
He had lied!
Vowed to protect his family:
At least he'd tried!
His secret affair:
No longer could he hide,
But he vowed to keep it secret:
Oh well at least he had tried!
She had promised they'd never be caught,
But fate and destiny felt otherwise.
He left his wife broken and distraught,
As he played a hand in his own demise.
There's no use holding on to plastic dreams
In a world where all isn't as it seems
His anachronistic fear of letting go.
Was the key to his downfall.
Some say a setback is a setup for a comeback,
Or that the darkest hour is before dawn,
But all this was setting up was a look back,
On why to only the dangerous ones he'd be drawn.
Friends come and go
Like waves hitting the shore.
Infinite:
Another begins where one ends,
Truth of life:
Don't trust all friends.
This man may be long gone,
But the truth and secret live on...
Copyright © Dumisani Mahwite | Year Posted 2019
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Dumisani Mahwite Poem
A hundred times too many,
I'd done it before.
Only thing is that :
I couldn't take any more.
I was always told that ,
"Pride comes before the fall."
I couldn't even go on .
Let alone stand tall so I could fall.
Now my destiny's linked to the stars,
But its not astronomical.
Unlike others:
I'm propelled forward by the pain and scars.
Long ago my life stopped being logical.
My outlook on life's no longer lackadaisical.
I was a child of light before,
But I got hit by wave after wave,
Of darkness !
While I stood on this shore.
That's when the idea flickered to life,
Then Died !
"It's time to join what's drowning me,"
"For sure"
I am now a fraction of what I was before.
It's not the true me...
Or so I was told
Human intuition told me,
"Make fire when it's cold"
So I enkindled dreams and ambition to drive me
To get rid of the me of old
Now I shuffle through the shadows .
I'm a shade-shrouded silhouette of my true being.
I don't know how I've pushed on this long,
As time tediously ticked on !
Copyright © Dumisani Mahwite | Year Posted 2019
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Dumisani Mahwite Poem
Pitch black always dissolves into gray,
as lift-off slowly switches to flight.
There's never anything left to say,
or yet more wrongs to be made right.
He always wakes up, end of day,
as darkness swallows up the light...
Nocturnal ! He sleeps during the day
and is burdened by labor at night.
Still he wakes up each end of day
as darkness swallows up the light.
Month end the same again,
He still yearns for his pay,
But always left unpaid...
His hair turns from black to gray,
but still he wakes up each end of day
as darkness slowly swallows up the light.
In his life he never has a say.
People believe he is seldom right;
Still he wakes up each end of day
as darkness slowly swallows up the light...
Darkness lurks in shadows during the day
and light dissolves slowly into the night.
He wakes up each end of day
as darkness swiftly swallows up the light.
In him there is a spirit to fight,
but what would his wife say?
One day he sleeps the whole night !
By loss of his job it pays off the next day.
No longer does he wake up each end of day.
He's hungry, but darkness has regurgitated his light.
Copyright © Dumisani Mahwite | Year Posted 2019
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