Wynand Johannes Louw Poems

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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