(Bongane)
He speaks of an unbearable pain
That walks at night,
While his eyes close like a dead corpse,
His feet start to move in a motionless movement.
(Bongiwe)
His senses go senseless as he tries to sense not.
The cold breeze of the night carries the words of silence.
Oh silent night, scream no more.
I can't bear the frequency of your sound waves
(Bongane)
While the truth sparks up,his mouth
Starts to open so ridiculously confessing the truth of a night walker,
As the moon and stars listen,
The walls start to whisper so silently
In a vacuum like manner
(Bongiwe)
He starts confessing sins he's seen
They flash in his memory like movie scenes
"Oh Father forgive their sins" he thinks
As he walks past what looked like a dump site for the young souls that have grown skin deep wrinkles.
Sweaty bodies rubbing against each other
****** fluids sending silent request for immediate release.
Chemical infused blood rushes
Followed by a gunshot and blood splatters.
The dark night seems to bring corpses in platters.
(Bongane)
"Oh dear Father" he said while his eyes sees blood all over,
His hands drip with souls of unsaid confessions,
Whispering of what he saw that was never told
As he kneels to pray for forgiveness
A voice said "confess my child."
(Bongiwe)
"Father I saw him. He creeps at night offering door to door services.
His target market are women of all ages.
He always walks out with an appliance as a reward and satisfaction for his uncontrollable dark urges.
Night after night he jumps over a fence,
He blends so perfectly with the dark you could easily mistaken him for a shadow."
(Confess my child)
"Father I saw her. I know her face on day light but at night she wears a washable mask.
Then parades the streets embracing dusk.
She has so much for the eyes to feed on
Envoking lust in the dark corners.
She loses herself in her saviour for the night in her search for wings hopefully to take flight."
(Confess my child)
"Father I saw it. It crossed right in front of me. I asked myself what it was but before my mind could figure out what to make of it, my fear had already solved the equation. I felt my courage surrender shamefully, Father it's face gave darkness a darker meaning. Father I know the face of synthetic death sent by heart that has been befriended by jealousy with a drop of hate. I was lucky that it wasn't my turn yet, I guess my success isn't good enough to die for"
(Confess my child)
"Father I've seen so much...
Sins this much...
They weigh me down
I know it's not my place but I thought maybe should lay them down.
Father they are not mine but the guilt is burning my conscience
Let me confess on their behalf before my conscience is extinct."
"As I start my night shift
I wish the night shifts faster than my heartbeat.
Forever adrenaline ready
Father this is heavy"
"Father I don't want to be one of them
I swear I see more corpses than the nearest graveyard.
Those who's lives end at every exhalation.
Father I saw it,
I swear I saw it.
Father is this the Genesis of the Revelations?"
...........Dawn & Bongiwe.......
I wrote this poem because of guilt never saying what I saw but kept it inside while the truth had to be told