Sorry...

 

sorry...

How do I say 'sorry'?

How do I make amends?

How do I make you see my heart?

Make you feel know how sorry I am.

How do I make you hold me once more,

How do I make you say, 'I love you' ?

Like you used to.

From my chest do I curve my heart?

Would the spilt blood do?

Would my heart in your palm do?

Would my blood be enough?

Enough to say, ‘I AM SORRY?’

Look at me,

Gaze at my eyes,

Drift into my soul,

Feel my fears,

See my tears.

Look at my eyes

And see the  remorse,

Look at my face

 Gaze at my sorry face,

Touch my lips,

Feel them tremble scared,

Touch my heaving chest,

The sobs of a broken soul.

Dear, Dear, that's me, that’s me saying 'I am sorry.'

Close your eyes my love,

Hold me in your arms,

Rest your head on my chest,

Feel the racing heart,

Feel my heart pound, the pulse that says I am sorry.

I should never, never,

Never should I have hurt you.

 

 

 

Now dear,

That's me apologizing,

darling that's my surrender,

I fall into your arms and sob.

Honey, that's me,

Wishing you would lift your head,

Wishing your lips would kiss mine,

Honey that's me wishing you would wipe your tears and sigh,

You would just say ' you are forgiven!'

My love, that's me tonight

 

S.K. KYENZE

Thursday, 19 July 2018

 

THE WONDERS OF NATURE

 

THE WONDERS OF NATURE

Behold mother nature’s wonders,

A new born,

Opening her eyes to nature’s wonders,

Singing early birds midwife her birth.

Daybreak!

Behold! Behold the wonder!

 

Crowning  a night of wandering,

The sun,

A golden orb from the eastern horizon emerges,

Its rays bathe the cherub days face.

Rejuvenated, sparkling, the new day brightens,

A fresh day.

 

Noon, the sun is overhead,

Searing heat,

The day’s  a furnace,

Skinny-dipping in the rivers our refuge

But for a short-lived solace,

All grinds to a stop,

Siesta!

 

Behold, dusk creeping in,

Silently, deliberately

Like a Masai Mara lion stalking prey.

The queen of the night,

The moon,

Flashes her crescent smile,

The night stars, her subjects,

Twinkle in adoration,

Behold mother nature’s wonders!

 

As the night clocks in for his shift,

The drowsy, exhausted day crawls home,

The wandering sun wanders on,

The crescent moon smiles

The  stars twinkle,

And time matches on,

A conquering soldier-

Time matches on.

 

S.K. KYENZE

Thursday 13/01/2022

 

 

MEMORIES OF DAYS PAST

 

MEMORIES OF DAYS PAST

Thoughts of days past.

Memories of years gone by.

All the years of hurt grate my heart

Coarse, callous grating and grinding.

My soul tangled in a mesh of sorrow and regrets.

 

Memories of the bottle haunt me,

Innumerable days spent on hedonistic intoxication,

A world ruled by hedone.

Memories of pain borne of pleasure,

Memories best forgotten but can’t be.

 

If only I would erase the memories,

Forget the past

Be reborn

If only, if only

The past would fade away

Like smoke blown by the wind.

 

In my sober rebirth,

Living a  day at a time,

Savouring the gift of sobriety,

I  trudge on, focus on the future,

Buoyed by new dreams,

Riding new found hope,

Working days of recovery,

Glad of sobriety

But never to forget,

The darkness of the past

Looming darkness, always lurking

Always waiting to pounce.

 

©S.K. KYENZE

12/10/2021