Into The Dark World Poem by Gert Strydom

In the café I wait on a Mega-Coffee
while the hours become late,
a cleaner with a mop chews on chewing gum or a toffee
and time and again stops working to stretch out

when my eye catches the glance of a beautiful waitress
with a cross hanging on her neck,
she brings my coffee; later do serve me with stake,
asks if anything else does suit me

where I ask her to join me

and I am searching for God; do ask her about her faith
but she is infatuated
and do invite me to her apartment where she tells me
about her life and she does provide me with pleasure,
promises so more pleasure if I stay longer
and it is my lot that I am still searching for God.

© Gert Strydom