Pain and death
Wounds fade…
but the pain never truly goes.
In a dark world full of woes
why should I run from wolves?
If death wants me in throes
Who am I to avoid my curse?
The blood I bleed
Is the blood they need?
Why deny them their feed?
For my blood, they’re greedy
They all come and seem so needy.
They want to suck me dry
Is death a reliever?
Isn’t pain just an escort,
So that no death should be without effort?
Therefore I claw, I cut and I bite
Then why does it not bleed?
Shrouded in darkness
Pain and loneliness
Still I pay no heed
To whispers begging me to hide.
Is it the scars,
Or the tears…
That determine pain?
Is it death…?
Or is it life
For which one should strive?
Copyright © Letwin Mapungwana | Year Posted 2024
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