Radiating from eyes rimmed-red was all the disdain and pain pouring down like rain to water our feet in a puddle.
Underwhelmed by the overwhelming restrain and the wax and wane of a heart-in-a-hurricane constricting like a python’s cuddle.
Ball and chain, pour out that celebratory champagne, the blood stain left on hands and hearts and minds turned to rubble.
Yes let’s burn through the methane, put kindle to propane and cut through the vein in vain while we remain scattered across this universal terrain that binds us in a rose-coloured bubble.
Tuesday poetry is coming back and I will be collaborating with Olerato of Ole’s Truth to bring you weekly poetry. We’re opening this platform for other aspiring poets too, so if you’re feeling moved by the writing spirit to submit one, either comment or use the contact me form.
That poem, Nthato! It’s just … I have no words. Stunning.
Thank you 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Gorgeous. Poignant. Truly, you put music to emotion with this one.
Thank you 🙂
Wow. Such a wonderful read.