It's Been Hours
Settle on literature, mera dost
Inkling on, 7th draft crumpled on the floor
Pen clicked out, pen clicked in
Start again

Mind and soul contradict it
Heart and truth battle it out
No clear finish
What a strange hour to be caught in this plot

Revisions and Proofreading
Not polished

Just close your eyes, envision reality
And write the beauty of this instant.
© Kagiso Mokokosi