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unspoken grave

left with a hollow heart

you lye there cold as dawn, unmoving and unshaken. my heart starts to beat fast, sweat running down my tempels. i blink out the sweat, not tears. suddenly i feel a great cosmic shift, souls pulling at each end. yours was a marked grave, even when air was still filling your lungs. i stare at your lifeless  body, making sure there are no clues behind. letting out soft sobs, not wanting to feel pain, allowing numbness to extricate my whole body. rendition was never my song. i like to put up a fight before i give in, but this war i have already lost even before i begin. you were so selfish. how can you leave me behind in this cold, unfeeling world? that is but a rhetorical question, one that needs no answer. now you lie in an unmarked grave, like the life you have led, no one will remember you or know why you cried for no reason or smiled in pain, i am the only one who posseses the pages to your life story. you live in me, and if i should hit rock bottom, i would take out the bottle of whiskey and let i rip, those will be the only moments they get to hear your raw stories. they would wish they had known you, a great person who just lived his life, but never forgetting God, the Creator. and if i should be swallowed by the cold, bitter earth, your life will die with me, but live in the earth and produce beautiful trees that would your soulful fruits, that others who didnt know you may get to have a piece of you. ibut as i live, i will be selfish with your memories. i will keep them to myself, for they are the only things that make me feel whole and sane.

(2015)

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