Wynand Johannes Louw

Thoughts race as I brace myself
to get onto the chair again.
I test the rope,
fastened tightly to the roof.
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With fields of green and clouds
overhead, the roses of life have died.
With gears turning the acts of war|
and souls to pay the price,
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Another day passed
Another angel falls
Another loss undeserved
Another helpless pleads
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Fear not the world, my Leonine…
Fear not the silent times between.
Fear not the chance of loneliness,
fear not that love could whither yon.
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the light that shone
from far beyond,
the darkness it precedes.
the flood of wind,
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Where are you now?
After all you’ve done
and all we still needed to do,
you are Gone now,
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Let me ask you a question,
fundamental in its simplicity.
A question around which
worlds can be built or burnt.
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As the blood forms
the rivers that flow
past the blade that made them -
the eyes see their last,
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Would you still love me
if you knew who I am?
Would you still love me
if you knew what I've done?
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Secretly he breaks down tonight,
secretly he bleeds out tonight.
Pulling at the daggers he stabbed in his heart -
twisting them, increasing the pain.
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If I could tell you
how much I need you right now,
would you come right over?
If I could tell you
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He cried out for something,
he cried out for truth.
Trying to hold on
in a world that's broken.
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The soles of their shoes
are worn down
by the seeming endless
pilgrimage. Blister upon
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death is a ghastly beauty -
giving the hope of change,
taking the hope of dreams.
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Is this the curse I am left with
once I have finally found
my destiny and company of valour?
Is this the fate that we have to share,
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And the inners of carbon and aqua
turn to ash, of “oxo” and “hydra” turn to dust.
And the blowflies enter once beautiful brown
oculars to spread towards the previously
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Without boundaries, there can be no freedom.
Without failure, there can be no success.
Without sorrow, we can not appreciate joy.
Without heartache, we can not bestow love.
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As the rain drips softly to the ground,
I think of your sweet smile and gentle embrace,
and hope you hear it too.
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Softly she brushes against my cheek,
softly she combs through my hair.
I can hear her cry at night beside me,
but there is nothing I can do to comfort her -
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I wanted to write you a poem
of how you helped me stand,
how you held my hand;
of the words the words that lifted me
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