Its going on slowly.
It's melting like ice of the summer.
The pillars of faith.
Have cracks from the concrete level.
I feel myself no more,
That the plague of nomads.
Is a distant from me.
Every thing is down on me.
It's only lack lifting me.
I see it going slowly.
Do you see it?
That my life is at the end of its peak.
The narrow veins that contained blood,
now contain water tissues.
Even the breath I take out.
Takes a percentage of my life.
Dracula take me along.
Don't drab me like garlic.
Take me.
Dracula take me with you.
Joshua madiba
YOU ARE READING
Boy from Lwakaka and the twenty poems of the living cent
PoetryThis is a story of my life and the hard situation i passed through. And i send my appreciations to grand mama and may dear aunt who where their for me
