I heard this voice
Inside my head
Is it okay
If it feels like this
The god complex.
I clinch
Every time a car passes
Yet the on the highest peak
Of the human flesh
I rise
And peak like the skies
As they kiss the mountain peaks
Trying to recite a prayer
My heart has revised many times before
But my lips
Could only take turns
At practicing on the skins of others
How many "hail mary's"
Does it take
To wash away
My sins
His bed knows
More names than "I"
But it knew well enough
To not name a sound
The same way I never do
As he took a hold
Of whatever was left
Of my soul after
A few shots encountered
Raising my voice
As it loses itself beneath my breath
I call it the resurrection
Of before the toxicity
When temptation bit it's lip
And I was so taken
That I still find
It flows just beneath my skin....
And I hurt ...
As though I've never felt
The bleed escape my skin...
As though I've never let
My tears flow and taste
The browns of my cheeks
- Thembekile kilay deh'poet tsaoane