A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

Death Is ~ Thandeka Mthembu

Death is the most hurtful thing.
when it crawls through shades of black
and grey.
It crosses skies Navy blue
off to catch next mornings dew.

As Autumn lingered ,how silent he
came late March with careful
knock on his door for him to open
not ignore...

The thought of cipher tears drown
in that sad melody blown through,
winter's icy cold breeze, still cripples me
When all I'll have then is distant
memories

but all is well
for sometimes one must cross
the troubled waters of my
fair town Ladysmith
And how I wish...
how I wish the fresh gale of
spring will not only blow the tear away
but bring happiness to stay..


© Thandeka Mthembu


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Grade 10
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2 comments:

  1. I wish that for you, too. A beautiful poem.

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  2. The last stanza is full of hope. I wish that for you also

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