Your Death, My Birth

Your Death, My Birth

Drained, I pour my heart out,

Soaked in distress,

Puzzled! My mind, my body and soul I am,

Who am I?

Am I an alien to endeavor such grief?

I am worn out in tears,

A wet paper soaked in blood,

Your death, my birth.

A silent brother you lay stiff,

I speak to you in my thoughts,

I cry out in desolation,

Wake up! My birth day is here,

Why are you leaving me in anguish?

On my special month,

Shall I call it a grievance day?

Your death, my birth.

An event is planned,

My birthday party,

Yet here I am lost in translation,

Trying to find solace and isolation,

Your death compasses my pain,

A dagger pierced deep within,

I slumber awaken, drenched,

Startled I gaze at your corpse,

Calamities have become my friend,

I don't long for a celebration,

A lover, a friend has departed,

Gone to the dark world with no sight,

Do I reverse the hour glass?

Shall I call upon the heavenly beings?

Disputed you lay unshaken,

And death not showing any remorse,

For it is my birthday and your departure.

By Lucia T Ntimane.