Lost Letter Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

It's cold and silent,
It is hard to ignore the reluctant pretence
He said there's a shred chance of light
Which means I might not make it through the night
It breaks my heart as much as it breaks yours
To say, tonight might be the last.
I'm sorry, mama, I'm sorry
I never meant to get this sick
I'm sorry really sorry
But I'm just so weak
The hard walls of the room
The dim lights and letters
G E T W E L L S O O N
They give me hope
When ever despair suffices
I wish I could hold you till old age
I wish i could return the turned page
I wish i could stay,
But I'm sorry, mama
I can no longer fight it.
The strands of the disease have gotten stronger
They've engulfed the whole of my will
The light broadens in the night
Angel wings, about to catch the wind
It's about to fly, the little broken bird.
Beautiful hymns I hear from far
Coming nigh
I feel at peace
My body's at ease
Do not cry
I did not die,
I went home.
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