THESE ARE TRACES
- by Bulumko Nyamezele
Time engraves the regrets on my skin,
clogging my sweat pores.
I'm suffocating......
I want to do what they do although it's dubbed a sin,
they sure look better than I feel.
I'm lonely.....
Last night I had a bad dream,
a woman was ripping through my blackness with the truth,
I woke up bleeding happiness and smiles…
This morning the void was filled,
I guess my dream is where salvation lies,
Thank you for drying my tidal tears...
Saw the one who makes me fly, my fears' thief,
she is the cheer pill....
Hugged and kissed her then heard them whispering
"traitor, suddenly sisters aren't good enough"...
I'm sorry but sisters are rare lately,
don't have the transport to take me to mzoli's place,
can't afford the cab to take me to club velvet
and the people at starlite just isn’t my type of crowd...
Do the pencil test love I bet her hair is more firm than yours...
Anyways she was just a friend.....
Peace to the dead and blessings to the living.
Saw a girl dancing, she was too promiscuous
to notice that she was bleeding,
the guy with her was too raspy to realize.....
Someone said she was menstruating
when he saw the blood gliding down her proportioned black thighs
but that wasn't it...
It was just the seed crying from all the alcohol, cigarettes, depression
and ill care it received when it was conceived by the confused
and the aroused...
Dear Heart...
I think you're breaking; the blood you produce is heavy
and polluted by emotions and pain...
Keep loading you with people and memories
now they turn bitter living me sorry and teary...
I try to cry but the tears just are never there....
Hope I'll spill the ills away when tears decide to come my way...
Till then dear heart I won't let anymore in!
- bulumko nyamezele © |