My Song Of All Years Poem by Sicelo Sithole

My Song Of All Years



Meandering melodies of my modesty, fresh youthful wishes and the true beauty of my lost philosophy
Pour out onto the world of my infant and dying passion, the joy of my juvenile imagination and soliloquy
Uniting strings of the dark birth of my song of years, the room of tears through this line of undefined symphony
My joy, passion, ambition, love and fate of my soul bound in this song born of tears and of this silent memory
End all my thoughts of pain, un-forgiveness, and the hate born out of selfishness and the desire misunderstood
Meandering imagination of my tears of old lament, the beauty of all years jailed in essence of my old grain
Churning chances of all her noble modesty lost to her pride that composed this verse of no losses or gain
Hymning of these lines from a song of my yester age, the words through the page I scattered in sorrow and pain
Unleash the reasons I write of years that reveal the entire motive behind the pieces fading every now and again
Nursling of my cold world of fear and agony provoke all my cries born out of my young love dying in vain
Unending thoughts of this song of all years born of tears are all my reasons why I live in silence and in solitude

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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