Waiting For That Opportunity Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

seat and listen to the noisy pain of shame,
knowing precisely that i should have not laughed at lame,
being infringed to the cage of no hope,
can not even move out and wash my hands with soap,
that i indeed see nothing to live for,
in not knowing i was a pure intelligent before,
even though i cry with unattainable tears,
TEARS! tears of no determination of my fears,

a once availed opportunity with time taken away from me,
down on my knees are thoughts that another day will come,
that everyone will rejoibe in joy,
with power to nomadic being deprived to me,
i ought to conquer with strength on behalf,
but i myself have the power,

rescue me oh! heart,
getme out of this dark hut,
rescue me oh! dearly mind,
dig me out of this rainful mud,
rescue me out my attitude,
push and migrate me towards my latitude,
find me life oh! life,
reserve me the journey,