When Doves Cry 3 Poem by Lundi Ncuthu

My mind is a canvas of vintage images
Meaningless- it wanders across realms
Of fake realism, kingdoms of lost deism

My heart is a sail of demons and the evil
Forays on murky edges of my uncheerful
Heart, it is on a ship of wickedness driving
Off from humanity, every heart beat distancing
Sound like the cry of a tormented soul

My blood boils, and arises to every pore
Seeking to explode like a hot lava's gush
That rushes, and cover the lands in anguish
My tumultuous silence shrouds with demure
My silenced voice seeks where it obscures

My eyes blearly of this path's weary
And cloudy austerity, my teary
Eyes dwell on an empty promise
That one day they will finally reminisce
In the beauty of this world with no obscurity
dreary days will fade in our dexterity
humanity will suffer no disparity