Bouncing on a rocking-chair full of sorrow
onward and backward like an ebb in autumn
Stuck like a shingle crying for a brighter tomorrow
forgetting the curse of the dreary bottom
In dolour I shout calling for a saviour,
to break the rusty cuffs, rotten teeth he showed
in bones void of marrow
With twisted fingers he ushered
towards the shrivelled
where I'll be imprisoned.
A coffee he handed, a coffin I wished
"To rest in peace" I whispered,
"Tis eternal" he answered,
for here shall I stay and be buried.
#African Author & Poet