Some days it feels like yesterday was a decade ago
Somehow, time seems to be moving slowly, and reality is out of grip
It seems the seeds I had once planted
Are now rotten with pain heightened
Weeds are monthly restored
But they only take a drag from my soul and leave me sweating, screaming for the world to stop
Am I the only one who jabs at the clock
Wishing to open the locked door
Go to the shore
And ensure that my pride would be clocked in rusts
And like dust, my soul would vanish as fast as lust?
Shame shifts from the past
My needs are neglected
My good deeds assure regretted
And oh, time begins like an echo
Wrapped in thorns
Resurrection a nightmare in repeat
Life from my lungs reaped
And I, forever a lonely seed
Where the art of redemption
Only the work of the devil
Enforcing suffering on my heart.
This was written by our contributing writer, Siwaphiwe Matha.
Image Source: Pexels, Deji Prince
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