Archive | March 2018

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Stuck in the inbetweens.
Hurt.
Angry.
Disappointed.
Ihleli ngentombi.
Can’t put ma fingers to it.

Ever noticed?
Hunger does that.
Plays with your mind. Heart. Feelings.
Cravings.
Especially when your pockets are unhealthy.
Bank balance empty.
Tummy just goes crazy.

Stuck in the inbetweens.
Hurt.
Angry.
Disappointed.
Ihleli ngentombi.
Can’t put ma fingers to it.

Ever noticed?
Love does that too.
Frees and shuts your thoughts.
Sends your heart racing in anger and awe.
Leaping and limping in one journey.
Especially when you’re hung-up; swinging from giving it all back to shielding all agony.

OMG!
Poverty does that as well.
Gives you hope and despair.
Fuels and depletes you.
Makes you want to hold on to and let go of things.
You’re sent to sleep in your own tears to be woken by someone elses sorrow.
You have insufficient energy to sufficiently suffice.

Stuck in the inbetweens.
Hurt.
Angry.
Disappointed.
Ihleli ngentombi.
Can’t put ma fingers to it.

Oh what the heck!
Cellphones do it too.
Typing and deleting. Smiling and frowning. Loving and holding back.
Time travelling yet in the present. Marriage. Kids. Inlaws. Yet you’re not even pregnant.
Dying batteries when conversations are eyeing climax.

Life is but the inbetweens
Finding solice in the strangest deeds
Loving the intricacies of being
Learning to be a human in need
Lovely and conniving indeed.

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