Mpheng Magome

Mpheng Magome Poems

Slow rush of my blood.
In my veins,
Through my wound,
Onto my skin.
...

Ten years dead
But the rain still hurts.

Ten years dead
...

There's nothing as sweet as the smell of your sweat
So elusive as the dance that we haven't done yet
Your hand on my waist
My head on your chest
...

I have seen the cosmos grow wildly along my path;
I have heard their words;
I have heeded their warnings.
...

One day I will be beautiful,
My scars will fall away with the last of my tears.
My eyes will twinkle,
My smile will be the sun.
...

6.

It occurs to me, I haven't heard your voice in some years.
And now I'm afraid to hear it again.
Will it cause my heart to race or melt? Bring a smile to my face?
Or memories of your dreaded, leaded indifference to my mind?
...

It is as though I were a doll:
A shiny new Christmas toy.
Or a bright, red toy firetruck:
Cheap and badly made.
...

Breathe in. Breathe out.
It's not easy, I know.
But you have to keep going.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
...

9.

In the last moments of my life
I lie awake, calm as a fetus to be
Stillborn.
I see, so clearly, my hand firmly
...

I hope it's coming soon.
I think it might already be here.
I thought it would be more pleasant and peaceful,
but it is better than using every day to disappear.
...

Some days lying in a foetal position,
Waiting for the emotional blows to finally stop
Is all you can do.

Some days 'abyss' is not a dark enough word.
...

My dear, my friend, I honestly do not mean to sound unkind,
But there's obviously still torture going on in your mind.
The pain, the constant instability,
Testing the very limits of my durability.
...

I am what remains of my former self.
Ashes.
A skeleton, a shadow, a memory
Of who I once was
...

14.

It will pass,
I'll be fine.
I just have to wait:
...

Sitting here watching the sun set
Another day down.
I still have to get through the night, but
I'm halfway there now.
...

My mind cannot be trusted, diseased and illogical as it is.
When I am most vulnerable, it attacks me. Traitorous.
For years I've barely managed to keep the thoughts at bay,
But my mind has taken the lies that were keeping me together away.
...

18.

Sitting in a hotel room with wilted yellow roses
and no clocks on the walls,
wondering if 10 floors is enough to take me
should I choose to fall.
...

The Best Poem Of Mpheng Magome

Unforgivable

Slow rush of my blood.
In my veins,
Through my wound,
Onto my skin.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Daily reminders:
The voices,
My scars.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Consumed by guilt,
Trapped in a nightmare
Of my memories.
I'm so sorry.

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Laurens 27 June 2022

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