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Sphesihle Mavuso Poem
Rope around my neck
I’ve choked myself to death
What I’d do for one more breathe,
To go back to when I was a kid
Relive my first love,
To feel the love of my mother, and see a hero in my father..
Be in awe of the stars as my eyes glitter with wonder,
The voices in my head are quiet now,
But my heart no longer beats.
I long for a feast,
A gathering of those I called friends,
No longer can my broken heart be mend,
Be mend by kind words, sympathy and borrowing of the shoes in which I walk,
No longer will I borrow an ear
For I’ve let out my final breathe.
I want to feel the excitement of coming first,
But the fear of coming last has left me dangling my feet.
Don’t cry for me,
Remember the good feels I gave you
Ignore my selfish action to take your friend, your brother
Your son..
To ye who languishes in sorrow,
Don’t be disheartened for you shall join me in the morrow….
Copyright © Sphesihle Mavuso | Year Posted 2017
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