At this grave I presently stand, Deep within wishing I had a magic wand, To turn time and season to that fateful night, When he and her showed each their might, Started as a talk but ended in a fight, A young girl I was but her tears I still saw, Her pain in her eyes all so clear. As his voice invigorates the events of the black day When teasing ended in squeezing Fear crept in my veins Igniting hatred for every seed bearer I had a mind miscarriage, beautiful memories of him are gone But my eyes are still pregnant with the pain he caused. That silent night when all hell did break loose, Was it the cheaply brewed booze in his head? Or was it the poorly fed multi-coloured damsel from the bar? Or maybe it was my mere presence at his sight… But nothing… Nothing still justified mom’s departure to the other world, And its the sorry ass of a man I called dad,I gotta thank for it. Was when he decided to play god and pulled her legs to kick the bucket Now; At the apex of shame he stands Locked within the web he has spun Conscience swollen with regret; He patiently begs death to kiss his flesh Should I borrow him the rope? Should I keep it for when I change my mind? Even his stay in this prison ain’t enough, For he robbed mum from me, He made her leave me so tender, How I wish to soak his body in molten lava, To just watch him melt to the bones, Still that too wont be satisfactory, To ease the pain and hurt that lingers on in my heart. Whilst his is hard like oodles of masonry I wish to pull the trigger and ease my wrath But I’m human with a heart of flesh I’m not afraid of his stony gaze His smile mobilize demons and devils Do me a favor and look in the mirror Look in the mirror Dad and see a glimpse of hell. My reasons to not love you still stands till now, As I lay this wreath upon mum’s grave, I know the real me too is six-feet deep down, When you killed my mum,You killed me too… And each year at her grave I shall be, Seeking for the emotional feel that you watered down. ©Joy Munde🌷(Kenya) ©Elizabeth Semende🌼 (Zimbabwe)
From the other side of the bars I balefully stare
Each kick and blow I still see,
The day I redefined marriage….
Maybe death may be too simple for him,
My heart is an abyss of misery
Times and seasons sure might have passed,
Just tremendous. Exquisitely painful but my resolve to savour every phrase never diminished. Wow.
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Thanks for reading Diana ☺💗
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It was amazing. I’m the lucky one.
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