My darkest place is warm
Taken by flies in my mind
I surrender to heart failer
As I lay awake,I suffocate
The pleasure of being alone
In the dark I'm happiest
Broken by my own thoughts
Like snow I move gracefully
To the grave I aim
This beast is now done
The envitable is now dancing
With clouds I perish
No pain just blood as I lay
My darkest place is so bright
Very quiet yet so loud
I can't hear my thoughts
Like waters I just move
At this place I'm comfortable
My darkest place of joy
Alone is where I'm dancing
Let it be clear as I lay awake
My darkest place hold me
Making love with thoughts is provoking
Such passion never cease
As I lay in the dark
My darkest place how sweet are u?
Role me over and pace my heart
My darkest pleasure lead my death
To the grave we shall meet again
To the end guide me
The beast is dead
I'll smile as I lay
My darkest place.
Slondile Dlamini
Love of poetry and Literature in an African context where Ideologies and perceptions are critically explored.
Monday, January 31, 2022
My darkest comfort
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