THOKOZILE JAMES
Bring me your suffering In drones of your laborious torment To carry your burdens In parcels like cargo and millstone
A risk too ominous to bare With fierce, poetic adventure He leapt in a far-away woodland With imperial reign
Crash and burn The candour of your poisonous sores Begrudge the hazard do I carry for you
He mouthed with consoled tongue A benevolent whisper On the eve of my enrapture To solicit my abundant garden Of untouched flowers
Relieve me As fragments of my painful memory Pierce and press firm against my heart
I released him today The trials and tribulations that engulfed me once upon an autumnal gaze
It occurred to her Moments into her resolve During the eve of her awakening That battles were made of breakable stone
In this subdued mood I find myself In a constant ebb of itself Grieving for you
Enlighten me From where all aching depletes Squander the indulgence Of curative measure
It only took a pen To rewrite the course I spoke in ink In sentences made of tousled hair
Penned in ink The paragraphs I drafted in prose and pronouns The paper was blank
Oh sweet sugar May I dance with you in silence Without rhythm and sound But with the lashing of skin and bone
All homage to the resilience. Thrown in the lonely trenches, you can’t really tell beneath all the fruition, all that came with it, all the wreckage
Then, like the coward he was Disbanded the apex of my cranium Succumbed me to the untimely pendulum Of his clenched fists
She was a muse In the hands of those Who handled her poorly
