Murder
Traumatised
A threat to the living.
A mind encrypted with savageness,
With death so close, so sure and inevitable
And life is but a dream in his eyes-
His eyes of molten fury.
A dead soul.
Seeking the souls of the pure,
Blood of the living in jealousy-
Jealousy of what never was or should have been.
A ruthless heart of ice and despair,
A dream shattered and lost.
Murderer
© Nsiki Gwala
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If I should die, think only this of me
If I should die think only this of me:
That she was a girl as patient as a calm blue sea,
Who tried to help others in every way
And still loved them till the end of her day.
A girl who believed that hard work will win
A girl who wore that unforgettable grin,
As though everyday she could feel life’s endless joy
Like a little boy playing with his favourite toy.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That she was girl as happy as one could ever be
And even tough angels have stolen her in the golden cart,
Her love will always remain in my heart.
© Nsiki Gwala
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GRADE 9
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