In a trance I heard
The words of my beloved mother
''Sinomhlobo, he's dead''
I held them long enough
As they rang like a bell in my head
The swords of lingering emotion piercing my eyes
I released them
I kept on
It kept on
As my life was conceived
The same way, it was ended
Mthuthuzeli Mbiko
That man. My father
I had forgiven him for trying to end my life
Yet I will never be brave enough to let go
I will never be able to forgive myself for being absent
A bullet pierced his kidneys
That seems to be the cause
Unfortunately, eternally
I'll feel like than bullet
Just with no proud and encouragement
The deceased leave their temples behind
But their souls live on
Today on a Saturday on the second day of the third month in 2013
My soul died with his body
I Am No More.
Mr Nxumalo.. Hello there... Well thank you for the very kind words and I'm sorry 'bout your mom heyy... . . . Miss Snoe*
Well captured emotions and excellently penned, uma kudlula emhlabeni abantu esinobuhlobo nabo kuba njalo, we feel empty and worthless but God has a plan for you lil sister, He didn't bring you this far to leave you here..its alright to have leyontukuthelo kokunye uze ube nomsindo, yimpilo...ukuze uNkulunkulu akukhombise ubukhulu bakhe, uletha ubunzima kuqala ukuze masefika yena kubonakale...owami ubaba wahamba ngina 4 years kuphela, namhlanje ngiyindoda, umama wahamba 12 years ago..but ngisaphila nje akunankinga...kuvaleke elinye ikhasi empilweni yakho, manje sewuqal in a new page, ulumke uhloniphe umhlaba.. Loved your poem. Siya_! !
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Mr Nxumalo.. Hello there... Well thank you for the very kind words and I'm sorry 'bout your mom heyy... . . . Miss Snoe*