Traces of my personality remain a mystery.
It is perjury to swear you know me.
Like the intricate brain my features are interchanging.
But, now this one has to break through walls and absorb
all that might be hidden within.
In scrolls my habitation was predicted in thin
manifestation of invisible words.
This one has to a redeemer, as I'm drowning deeper and deeper.
My meeker thoughts expire as they approach the pinnacle of my mind.
I have become a pariah of my own body.
My entire life is lived by someone else.
I exist as a talking pulse
that has lost the rhythm of its beat.
Like a street without a path, I search for the identity that will paint my reality.
So then, Most mercifully, humbly I hope that this one in particular
will rescue me,
deliver me and forever I shall wear the garments of my soul.
Integrity stole the value of secrecy ,
all that is heavenly has become bare.
I now share meals with angels
because finally my mind has yielded all the levels.
This is where the sacred dwells.
So now with the last gasp, I harp tunes
of my last hope and soon I will break from slopes
of mental prison.
So now I am so holly
I was bestowed the key to the door of the horizon.
©Vincent Mbatha (
Image: Pixabay
