Words From The Abyss.

The loucsts

By: Fathers Beress T . Chipuka

Swarms gather outside the enclosure
Farmer's produce stands without composure.
watching them get closer .
countless individual buzzes echo through space yet are never heard.
Skies bleed light across the land as night falls and the locusts' sounds calls.

Dead are dreams left behind by the locusts,
and free are the days it does not live
for to live is to suffer and to stuffer is the means to live.
Oh bliss the father of joy , your daughter to me you will never give.
For since she too lives she dies.
Die . Frewell and goodbye stranger
, oh joy you painful pleasure die with the locusts .

Being born , growing, falling and dying.
Locusts like everything else are dying yet are never seen crying .
Faltering and denying to die they die in the winds , in the fields and in the seas.
Alone. sins of which one can never atone.
To take to live and to end to begin. forgive me for being alive.
When I saw you in this life I knew my punishment had arrived .

To love , to learn, to die.
To love itself, to learn to never for another yearn.
To die again and again and again for with each new lesson a locust dies.
But the child inside still cries
Will you ever stop crying?

Locusts swarm outside an enclosure
The farmer's produce watches without composure .
Yet the locusts will never find closure.