A Dying Soul Poem by MTHANDAZO SAMAL MKHWANANZI

My soul, a dying ember,
Fading fast, with each passing December.
Once ablaze, with passion and fire,
Now reduced to ash, my heart's desire.

The world outside, is cold and grey,
A place where love's a luxury, few can pay,
Where dreams are crushed, and hope's a sin,
And the strong survive, while the weak give in.

Everything in it, seems to conspire,
Against the heart, that beats with desire,
To love, to live, to laugh, to be free,
But the world's cruelty, is all that's seen.

I've tried to find, a glimmer of light,
A refuge from the darkness, of this endless night,
But it's hard to hold, on to hope's thin thread,
When the world's cruelty, is all that's fed.

I'm dying within, with each day that passes by,
A little more of me, slowly says goodbye,
The pain and the heartache, they take their toll,
And I'm left with nothing, but a hollow soul.

But still I'll rise, and face the test,
I'll keep on trying, and do my best,
Though the odds are against me, and the road's unsure,
I'll hold on to hope, and never surrender for sure.

I'll draw on every strength, and every might,
I'll fight for every dream, and every light,
I'll rise above the pain, and the heartache too,
And I'll keep on moving forward, with a heart that's true.