Ringing Heaven…
My heart is as heavy as a stone tablet full of commandments and lessons
Ma would know what to do when faced with these problems impending
Lacking her presence, I’m calling heaven to communicate this SOS I’m sending
‘CALLING HOURS AFTER SEVEN!’
The notice reads, telling me I might get what I wrote as my heading
Hebrew-speaking angels aren’t too nice to heathens
But I didn’t call to get reminded of the sins I’ve been heaping
John the Receptionist was speaking
He’s not Baptist but he was preaching
Telling me I need to get some healing
Cause everybody dies, I must let go of this feeling
But how do I drop the deadweight of emotions I’m always heaving?
YES, I’M SEETHING!
Ma didn’t even bother to tell me she was leaving
Like, ‘goodbye son, here’s a number to call when you need me.’
Now I’m all alone with tears in my eyes, staring at the ceiling
I’m ringing heaven…
You’d swear I’m trying to call someone serving a prison sentence
John says, ‘please wait a second – let me check if your mother is present.’
The phone finally went through at twenty past seven…
Ring…Ring…Ring…
‘‘You have reached the voicemail box of the best thing that ever happened to you – please leave a message after the tone… BEEP!’’
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THE MANOEUVRES: POETRY
PoetryDrawn from past experiences, current emotions and the future wishes of a South African young man - The Manoeuvres is about fate, bitterness, regret, destructive behavior and the path to glorious rediscovery in this harsh, crazy world.
