This Day Was Not Mine Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

This day, was not mine, was not,
I can trace the root, to before dawn,
In the field, sending praises to God,
Then all was silent, the sound gone,

The sharp shrill shouts of the birds,
Shooting through my shallow ear,
Painfully. Bitter silence, just words
From my mind, brought the fear,

The fear I hear came here because
Today there was no music. With my
Phone dead, what is life's cause,
No beat no melody, die, say bye,

No rhythm to guide my meditation,
Logic escaped my mind. Silence, just!
I'm lost, take me for rehabilitation,
I hope this scrap wakes before dusk!