PoetryA Poem by Sibusiso Kotela
It comes out on its own,
Not gradually As the love of two people forced to Union By necessity or tradition No, It storms out Furiously Panting It races from my gut onto some Unlucky sod of a page, Cursed to bear my unholy thoughts And thereby forfeiting its beauty! Leaving me utterly depressed And i love this depression. Passionately disliking it seems only to Strengthen its resolve To ruin my mind And i neither think, Neither feel nor anticipate its onslaught, i am but a helpless creature Caught in its eye, Safe, but imprisoned. I do not like it, Poetry. I'm no writer, I don't want to be. © 2015 Sibusiso Kotela |
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