Mpho Leteng Poems

In the quiet corner of my mind,
I want a plain substandard coffin,
Wide enough to contain my wishes of more livelier offing,
A much more humbled prospect; a faultless unadulterated vision.
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If I knew what love is, I'd grasp its might
With certitude, I'd claim it as my right
I'd slay my doubts, and rise with morning's light
To kiss your forehead, and banish endless night
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We laid hands on your empty corpse
We stretched hands to touch your soul
We cried sympathetically looking through your grave
We cursed the provocation that sounded your death knell
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In the whirlwind of your presence,
I was spun through the mangle of your gaze,
Interrogated by your grilling smiles
Each question a probing dagger in my mind.
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I search for the path to redemption
Lost in the wilderness of my own making
I long for the guiding light of grace
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We refuse to be silenced, to be tamed
For in our defiance, we reclaim our flame
So let them try to bury us in the grave of their making
We will rise, we will shine, our strength unbreaking
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In the shadows of impending death's embrace,
My heart beats with coded whispers of fate,
A future veiled in darkness and gloom,
I fade like a shadow's lengthening trace.
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Nested deep in the far beyond,
where smiles linger in distant echoes,
where the day's heat melts into dreams,
just a few miles beyond, if you dare to go,
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This forgotten land whispers tales of old,
Echoes of struggles, triumphs, and stories untold,
In the shadows of history, it quietly weeps,
A place where the past forever sleeps.
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In the stillness of the night, I ponder
Why does loving you feel so wrong?
The way my heart aches in your absence
And yet, the weight of your presence feels heavy
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