Brown

By Donna Nongkhlaw

I wallow long in the dark shadows

tobacco breath lurches the gallows

too still my will

too steep the hill

regrets bite stronger than my teeth

while pleasure wears a bridal wreath

With sleeves depleted of witty tricks

spill orison thick with scented sticks

restore my will

give me the skills

to beat the strife and come to life

receive the gift, a reprieving light

Let nonce be just a bitter trial

as I battle for days that are worthwhile

rolled leaves upturned

heaved and burnt

scraped knees will heal

I too will one day be relieved.

By Donna Nongkhlaw