The Poetry Marathon

Some days, I wish I could end my life.

Some days, I wish I were alive.

Some days I am just tired.

Today, I’m full of hope.

Tomorrow I’m off

To live a little;

To be happy.

Yeah, yeah.

Bye.

I want to spread my winds

Take you with me to the clouds,

Wash my gumboots as we walk into a stream of undying love.

There’s a beat playing in my head –

Sound of hurrays and balloons coming to life by the swift touch of a needle.

Knocking on the door.

Surprise on my face;

My crazy Aunty’s back.

She’s come again with the bag

To take the goodness out.

She’s a witness.

Jesus was not born.

I spit behind her walk past me.

I sit at the minute past 6

To wait for my much better uncle who

Promised to visit this year.

In my comfort, you came.

In my brokenness, you swept me away.

Like the ocean, I brought peace;

Like the pandemic, I shut you in.

Take me, break me.

Hate me, love me.

Hold my hands

Or don’t hold me at all.

This too shall pass.

There once was a villain

Who remained a villain despite being called the hero of the story.

A vampire whose craving for blood was always in check.

He fell for a bartender;

His teeth fell upon the bartender.

He’s always struggled with his demons;

That is the true war he must emerge victorious.

I take a path and oscillate

Between loving her and breaking her heart.

What’s the best way to hurt someone?

Make them feel comfortable around you.

These days, I just sit on a swing.

To and fro, I change emotions.

If all I think is moving on earth

With bare foot and a crown of tears,

Then I really do not wish to be on earth

With a crown of tears.

I’d wish to fly some place far

Far above crowns on earth.

Probably knocked down by a bottle from the heavens.

Maybe the gods must be crazy

To think I’d believe I’m in the bed of a king.

Two days ago, I stumbled upon

A scroll.

And in it, was scroll within scroll within scroll,

Until there was nothing but chaos in my flesh.

A quick rush and bam!

I’m up, up and away into the dark night.

Here I am, face to face with half dressed ladies

And smoothly shaved men whose eyes followed my every movement.

“What do you care for?”

“Should I get the water hot while I await your call?”

I close my eyes an make a wish.

I am never coming back.

Studies.

Lots and lot of studies.

Sturdy, albeit shaking in my comfort bed.

It’s examination time again, and I profess

Here like before, SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.

I find joy knowing that

On the third week, I shall be weak. Yes.

But I shall recover.

After three nights spent with her,

I can proudly say

She lives in me

She lives in me.

She lives in me.

Does she live in me?