The Price Of Death Poem by Sicelo Sithole

I have paid the price I thought I will never pay
So to live and be able to see this beautiful day
I have written words I thought in my childhood I will never write
Just to see this day so beautiful and bright
I am standing at your door always, waiting for a right chance to come
Or perhaps for my days to sum
Waiting for all the lines disquieting my mind to collapse and rebuild
Or for your love patches to forever remain sealed
I have paid the price of death, at a very tender age
Paid this price in full, for all the deals I have signed upon this page
It is only the price of death, watching closely my days on earth
That can fully repay me, for all the love I lost at the death of your birth