Today is a nice day, in the sky
colourful kites fly.
Boats,
on the sea, float.
We could do so much.
Your hand I would clutch.
But, you are staying where you are.
So bizarre!
Under the soil, so cold.
So young and yet so old
So, I followed the road home, alone, and strolled.
O, I wish you came.
The circus is in town today.
Let's laugh and play.
Please show me all animals, every shade.
Please get me ice cream and lemonade.
Get up, we are having fun.
Or, after all, perhaps there's none.
But you are just staying where you are..
So bizarre!
Eyes closed, cheeks pale.
and the bones are frail.
How can I avail?
For so long, I have waited.
still I am with sorrow freighted
Why do I always cry? Why don't you reply?
Why all the black holes in your arms, in your legs?
Nothing is left, but dregs.
Ouma get up, come back to life.
The heart is into pieces and the soul is in strife.
YOU ARE READING
The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
