Mpheng Magome Poems

Slow rush of my blood.
In my veins,
Through my wound,
Onto my skin.
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Ten years dead
But the rain still hurts.

Ten years dead
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There's nothing as sweet as the smell of your sweat
So elusive as the dance that we haven't done yet
Your hand on my waist
My head on your chest
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I have seen the cosmos grow wildly along my path;
I have heard their words;
I have heeded their warnings.
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One day I will be beautiful,
My scars will fall away with the last of my tears.
My eyes will twinkle,
My smile will be the sun.
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It occurs to me, I haven't heard your voice in some years.
And now I'm afraid to hear it again.
Will it cause my heart to race or melt? Bring a smile to my face?
Or memories of your dreaded, leaded indifference to my mind?
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Sitting here watching the sun set
Another day down.
I still have to get through the night, but
I'm halfway there now.
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My mind cannot be trusted, diseased and illogical as it is.
When I am most vulnerable, it attacks me. Traitorous.
For years I've barely managed to keep the thoughts at bay,
But my mind has taken the lies that were keeping me together away.
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Sitting in a hotel room with wilted yellow roses
and no clocks on the walls,
wondering if 10 floors is enough to take me
should I choose to fall.
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