THOKOZILE JAMES
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
Enlighten me From where all aching depletes Squander the indulgence Of curative measure
In this subdued mood I find myself In a constant ebb of itself Grieving for you
Penned in ink The paragraphs I drafted in prose and pronouns The paper was blank
Relieve me As fragments of my painful memory Pierce and press firm against my heart
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
It occurred to her Moments into her resolve During the eve of her awakening That battles were made of breakable stone
I released him today The trials and tribulations that engulfed me once upon an autumnal gaze
Crash and burn The candour of your poisonous sores Begrudge the hazard do I carry for you
A risk too ominous to bare With fierce, poetic adventure He leapt in a far-away woodland With imperial reign
