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Sandiso Majubana Poem
Nothing can be better than being in solitude.
The amount of pain caused by chaos has no words.
I drink from the cup of babel only to taste vile screams,
Bewilderment.
And so I look forward to the days that hold silence,
For that's where I am content and find my inner peace.
The silent whispers of darkness paint pictures in the space
Pictures of thoughts disintegrating into the cold. . . Silence.
Nothing can be better than the whispers of silence
The whispers only I can hear
The whispers that are never to be found by another.
In the midst of all this I find comfort in knowing.
The past promises no future, but its good to look back
Knowing I made it this far.
All falls silent.
Copyright © Sandiso Majubana | Year Posted 2015
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Sandiso Majubana Poem
I stopped myself from writing a cheesy poem,
I stopped myself and held still like a stone.
Thoughts of lost love and distant memories
I stopped myself before I wasted my mind's calories
It sickens me that I've sunk so low in my conquest
To live a life different and put old me to rest.
For I've risen and I've fallen to get up once again
And still haven't given up, not now not then.
On this one I dispose of the cheddar and matzarella
For I've lost the melody of my life - welcome acappella.
I stopped myself from writing about her,
The same one who caused turmoil - a stir.
I stopped myself from writing a cheesy self-degrading narrative
One that would impose something rather declaritive
About how we could've worked but external forces,
Forced this commemoration to end its courses.
And so I stopped myself without shedding a tear
One that if dropped the whole universe would hear.
Torn from reality I live and breathe the abstract,
In all that is, I look for useful knowledge to extract.
So life give me guidance and give me peace
Give me all I request, give me a new release.
Copyright © Sandiso Majubana | Year Posted 2015
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