My mind sends SOS messages
A deep confrontation with my heart
That listens to the wailing calls for help
Some unending echoes of silent screams
Reverberating like the bellowing sound of a sirene
But my heart ignores
To mind its 'own business'
A friend told me to seek help
As he watched my mind shatter and crumble,
In solitude and its confinement
Yet my heart whispers
Soft echoes of untold truths
That lain bare on the freezing floor
As my mind unwinds into reality
And learns of the unspoken truths
I have no friends,
I am lonely.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
I stare at the blank sheet of paper
And it stares back, a silent taunt
I grasp my pen like a talisman
Hoping to conjure words, not spells of doubt
My hand tightens around its slender form
As if to extract the last drop of life
Red ink bleeds out in anguish
A lifeblood spilled onto the page's white strife
I struggle to tell my story
As my mind and hand fail to synch
And words refuse to flow
The pen scratches, hesitant and slow,
A reluctant heartbeat in my hand's grasp.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
In a mirror's honest gaze, I utter...
Dear Thomas,
This is my word to you
Belief is a feast of the eyes
And knowledge-
The power of the mind
But are you wise?
Yes! Til the doubt feasts on you
Like a rat slowly eating
The edges of your life
Taking away everything-
Confidence, wisdom and intelligence,
Defecating trails of struggle and pain
Leaving traces of misery.
What a way to learn.
To the future me...
Believe in yourself
To the past, it was a good lesson,
In the present,
Like a farmer, you stand
in the middle of the field-
That looks everything like your life
Watching... It is a filmstrip,
Detailed images here and there
A few parched areas,
Dying blades of grass
Hopeless crops darted across the field,
But there you are - standing
And hoping for a chance of rain,
A miracle perhaps-which you doubt-
Questioning,
'Will it quench the dry earth?'
Alas, your sweat provides little moisture
To survive a few struggling blades of grass
That humbly open their thin arms
To receive a few drops of life.
They look hopeful, and grateful
So should you.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
Lost and found,
Who thought it still exists?
A place of treasure and fortune,
Where lost things are found
Where my memories lay restless
Like my thoughtful mind
As I sit in a chair-and stand up
And sit again-and stand again
And start pacing aimlessly
darting across the room
Like my thoughts would
Across a void dark space.
Nostalgia-friend or foe,
Still trying to discern
Which one would it be.
I think of the good, bad, nice,
sweet-and bitter moments.
Gathered, like my memories
Packed like clothes in a suitcase
And from scruffy folding,
their texture is wrinkled
Like the skin of an old man.
I rummage through-searching
looking and hoping and wishing and praying
to find a perfect memory,
But all I stumble on,
Are moments I try to forget,
Memories of pain, and suffering
The pain of being lost-
and not knowing where you belong.
The pain of being selfless,
for people who never cared.
But with these thoughts, I gather myself
Questioning my thought-ridden mind.
Those that see me, think, a fool,
A madman who converses with himself,
But I had reasons.
Aha-I exclaim after finding the 'one'
I touch it delicately-but "don't **** it"
A voice whispers,
"Don't hold it by the head"
As the Ndebele proverb says,
'Inhlwa ayibanjwa ngekhanda'
_A termite should not be held by its head_
But what's that... Where... Too late, it's gone, lost,
Like a beautiful memory that slips my mind
each time I get distracted.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC
We used to talk, but all I got were crickets
Crazy are the conversations that never were
I would whisper two secrets and a lie,
And he would despicably chuckle,
A few confessions would put on a wry smile in his face
He didn't talk, he would act, Charlie Chaplin
Although grave silent, he cared to spare an ear
talking to him was magic -- although he never was,
He was imaginary.
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 12:40 PM UTC
On a day like this; difficult to forget.
My thoughts; bored, intertwined, and confused.
My eyes; illusioned.
Displaying a fictitious film.
Strange!
My ears enjoy; my heart races.
A blurring siren; adrenaline music.
I'm afraid; my thoughts look calm.
Strange; my eyes watch and watch repeatedly.
My fingers, slender, slither on the cold bars.
The show, sad; my eye tears
yet the other, remains strong; refuses to sympathise
Strange; my neighbour was anonymous.
Our freedom; stolen by COVID,
Lockdowns isolated us; bored and hopeful.
Watching sky-high demarcations
Steal our hope.
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 10:59 AM UTC