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Elvis Humbulani Poem
During the essence of my last breath,
Know and bear in mind I was broken hearted,
Under the light and shadow of death
What is to live was bred,
Hear my knock on the heavens door till my last seventh
I ain’t complete,
A piece of me went wild and missing cause being lies and deceit,
Take it and consider when I clear my last breath,
I loved a soul but turned,
Turned out I loved really hard,
Gave my all and gave my piece,
Thought of it she deserved it,
Was I wrong?
Was I wrong to love that soul?
Was I wrong to care so much?
Is there a thing I could be remorseful of?
During my last days as I catch my last breath
I get high,
So I couldn’t picture the world be more colder when my sober eyes,
As I take a ride with death,
My only wonder is if dreams do come true,
As I look unto the world through my rearview
The life I led from sad to happy end
And I chant with a song to my death bed
Copyright © Elvis Humbulani | Year Posted 2021
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Elvis Humbulani Poem
My pen is never shy,
Not too proud to not tell,
Not too vexed to lie,
The truth and all the flaws it shares,
Its manifestation above reality,
Its distinction and authenticity,
Such an exceptional piece, a pin pointed ball in ink
No matter what the color is genuine it remains,
Fluently is all it says,
Perfect it ain’t, but full of care
Yet the truth hurts,
But understand I cry at times and still roll with times
Copyright © Elvis Humbulani | Year Posted 2021
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