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Vathiswa Dlamini Poem
Dear mama, your image lingers clear,
Your warm smile, your love sincere.
Your heart, so beautiful and kind,
A guiding light, now left behind.
I yearned to make you proud, erase your tears,
But with your last breath, dashed were my fears.
I wish it were a dream, a cruel mirage,
But reality bites, you've left this stage.
How can I forget your gentle soul,
Each thought of your absence takes its toll.
A void in my life, in my heart, so vast,
No one can fill, the die is cast.
You departed, never once looked back,
Left me pleading, on a one-way track.
God called you home, to end your pain,
But what about me, left in disdain?
Dear mama, look back, see my despair,
See the suffering, the heavy wear.
They've made me a slave, robbed my future,
Killed my dreams, like a lethal suture.
I sought solace in drugs, in the blade's embrace,
Mama, can't you see, my heart's race?
They say time heals, yet with each breath,
I feel I'm closer to the edge of death.
Come and rescue me from this cruel plight,
Set me free, in the dead of night.
Dear mama, I'm weary, I've lost my might,
No strength to fight, no hope in sight.
I surrender, I'm done, I've reached the end,
Dear mama, see my pain, my soul to mend.
It's me, your daughter, calling out in plea,
Hoping you'll hear, and come set me free.
Copyright © Vathiswa Dlamini | Year Posted 2024
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It grieves me to witness our youth's demise,
Each day, each hour, another life unties.
Daughters, sons, announced dead, bereft,
In a world where cruelty has left.
What have we done to merit such woe,
To meet our end in a violent flow?
We've become beasts, monsters in disguise,
Lost in our deeds, devoid of wise.
Do we not possess a shred of conscience,
To heed the cries, to cease the violence?
I can't fathom a parent's pain,
Burying their child, guilt their chain.
Blame weighs heavy on their hearts each day,
Feeling they've failed, lost their way.
What have we become, what's our fate,
To suffer such cruel, relentless hate?
God, hear our plea, our broken souls,
As we navigate life's treacherous shoals.
We plan our lives, yet others plot,
To rob us of all we've sought.
Rape, murder, each day's grim news,
Lives taken, souls bruised.
Enemies within, fear our guide,
As death's shadow looms, nowhere to hide.
Haven't we borne enough, shed enough tears,
In this cruel world, fueled by fears?
What cruel fate do we now endure,
In this world where suffering is sure?
Copyright © Vathiswa Dlamini | Year Posted 2024
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Vathiswa Dlamini Poem
I recall the day tears fell for you, Pleading for your stay, futile, true. Yet you departed, leaving me to surrender, Broke me, changed me, a fate I'd render.
Thank you for not lingering in doubt, For in your absence, I found my route. Disguised in wrong, I acquiesced, But in your leaving, strength coalesced.
For in your absence, I learned to see, To accept, to be, authentically me. All that seemed normal, right, in guise, I learned to discern truth from lies.
Thank you for your final choice, Placing both our happiness in voice. No longer solely yours to claim, A mutual joy, free from blame.
No regrets, for you were not in vain, But my greatest lesson, my lasting gain. Thank you for putting me first, at last, No more shadows of a haunting past.
No regrets, for in each twist of fate, God's plan revealed, albeit late.
GOODBYE, MY LOVE
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Peer deep into my eyes, what do you perceive? They hail me as strong, yet my heart grieves. Funny how it no longer bleeds red, Perhaps my heart, too, is weary, fed Up with heartbreaks, betrayals, and strife, Weary of the relentless fight for life.
If only perpetrators wore a sign, Perhaps then, protection would align. No pain, no tears, just a numbness remains, Yet it feels like yesterday, as fresh as stains.
No longer seek salvation, not even from self, Talking brings more agony, needles delve Deeper into wounds, not mere hurt, but death, Left bleeding, lifeless, with each passing breath.
They say I've survived, if only they knew, The shattered pieces, the hidden hue. Strength they see, if only they knew the cracks, Beneath the facade, the silent attacks.
How to staunch tears that bleed like a flood? How to halt the flow of crimson blood? How to move beyond what claimed my breath? Does time truly heal, or deepen death?
Copyright © Vathiswa Dlamini | Year Posted 2024
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