The boiling anger is slowly becoming lava in the corners of my soul
My love is shattered and fed to dogs
The pain reveals a heavy story of a broken spirit
And this is all because of the broken child in me

The wind flows through the pain to my dead lungs
The hatred begins to dwell on the ocean of my faith
The love begins to turn into mountains of ice in the once flamed eyes of mine
And this is all because of the broken child in me

Faith seems to swim away from my fantasies
Feelings begin to die, each by a gun filled with hateful words to the spirit of mine

Half the mind is dead and half is alive
And so is the spirit that lives in me only by half, the soul, the body and the love that once lived in me
I feel half dead and half alive
And all this is because of the broken child in me

© Simphiwe Buhle Ngqokwe