Flood Waves (Green House)A Poem by Vincent Makhathini
The flood
waves above the inner once again leaving everything swelling and where I’m standing I see a huge clean mess and all i can do is gaze at these floral’s drown, so calm they were but now they wane I cannot sweep this one under the carpet nor leave it for tomorrow, because as eye see the waters rise eyes swell, the ocean gets ready to burst its banks without my go-head The apology is at hand yet I still dread you I cannot just let go but your hand is filled with honey yet my bee hive is dry so I can only wonder how you got your hands dirty I cannot prevent this heart from drumming, I’m heating up, the hearts sun is striking as though no ozone layer exists the thieves have penetrated my walls I'm a human treading without a soul, and yes that goes to show how deep some can go; to overturn the throne for a second i let you in my green house and you left the boom gates open for my foes to enter this time they came in three folds, and high was the tide I cannot keep up with you swift to cold heart self © 2015 Vincent Makhathini |
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Added on November 11, 2015 Last Updated on November 11, 2015 AuthorVincent Makhathinidurban, iNanda, South AfricaAboutI'm an introvert-extrovert, that's my crazy self. I'm a black South African male, names Lindokuhle (Li-ndo-ku-hle) second named Vincent. But I prefer being called by my first name (yeah the Zulu one)... more..Writing
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