Bleeding soul in the chamber of emotions
Blood red and stronger than its colour
Voices rising and fading away in times
Mistaken but set well in time (chronological)
Never thought before made
Not done after being made to creation
Red wine pouring like counted integers
Deep wound in the soul of the earnest
"Look into my eyes"
Whatever you see
may not be finished,
but it is CREATED.
-Banele Matyeba
Banele, this is awesome. Every line of this one cuts right through me. I feel free to interpret this liberally, yet I feel that I know what you, the poet, are saying. Really, really good one.
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