This poem was written for a Communications project, but I thought that it fitted with this novel, so I am sharing. I hope that you enjoy.
Note: This is my first time sharing a poem, so go easy on me. :)
"A Reflection upon a Life"
BY SHANIA
Who is agony?
Who is pain?
Do you know her name?
Is she like oxygen?
Feel her, breathe her but never truly see her.
Maybe she's the devil,
The true personification,
I think I've meet her
But she wasn't terror
She wasn't even a she
She indeed was a he.
I sit and I think why did I go
Would evil have found me still?
And then I ask does it matter though.
It was a beautiful day anyway,
A first for me
A valley of colours
Reds and greens and golds and blues,
Songs of calypso and maybe even the blues
So transfixed I was by such grandeur.
I didn't see him
Staring, waiting, preying
Didn't feel him
The darkness of his being
The death in his walk
Can you blame me?
A country girl out of the slums and in the city for the first time
I have always been naïve.
But
Have you ever seen the Angel of Death?
No? Well what a mighty beast he is!
A magnificent creature towering over creation
With a face made for temptation
Or maybe sin
Why do I question?
I think I'll give it a rest.
He touched me,
Skin on Skin
It was intoxicating,
Like a bit of alcohol, how fascinating
"Hello" His voice was magic
I would say it touched my soul, the sincerity,
But I think it was the accent.
I guess you can say that it all started with a hello.
Very basic I know.
It takes only a short conversation
To condemn thy soul
A mere hour or so
But condemn it I did
He was indeed rich
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