Living In The Corner With The Dead Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I have lived in this corner
fearing the dead near me.The
sound of the fear I carried,
went further than the clouds.

It rose higher than buildings,
and sank lower than my feet.
Reflections in the air sent
shivers to my toes.

Till I stood up to look
and see freedom written
across my corpse, I would
still lay in their bed
creating fraternity with
my friends dead.

Now I run and gulp in air,
showing I follow the trail.
To live for me, is to show
I come from a world, where
you take off the shackles
and run for the life in you.

It is silent in the corner
of the dead. They walk about
and cast their shadows. This aura
touched half closes the eyes
and ties the limbs from inside.

You walk in your zombie world,
and smile the zombie life. To
yesterday's world, we
throw the ash of shackles to
tell to the world, a story
bold, like the boulders of
the land where fear ruled
with no boundaries.