Stilte

Stilte was ‘n vriend in tye van verwarring
Stilte was ‘n kussing as my kop swaar was
Stilte was ‘n ma toe die trane nie wou stop nie
Stilte het nog nooit met my hart geargumenteer nie

Maar  stilte is nou onkeerbaar
Daar is soveel stemme om my
Klinkende, hol geluide
Konsonante, leeg met wat eens beloftes was
Ek is opgesuig in die stilte
Ek sluk en stik en rek my nek
maar niks
Dit loop net in en vul my longe op
ek kan nie skree nie, ek kan nie roep nie,
ek kan net bid en bid en bid
en hoop

Stilte is alleen
Stilte sê ek is oud, te oud vir my vel
Stilte maak my ondankbaar
Stilte maak my bang

Hoe word my woorde ingesluk
deur iets wat geen geluid maak nie
Hoor my, HOOR MY
Asseblief

Darkening

With tumultuous waves of ocean shrilling
Man kisses the ground floor with his ailing knees
He surrenders to the roaring of the skies
that shudders, that cracks the yard of the earth
That horrific lightning, within it dwelt a contagious demonic attack
All those mountainous walls that Hand of God created had been laid to waste
Voice of a human being is silenced.
It is clouding o’er
Some shadows are taking o’er
Man getting desperate in his dream
Man getting lost in his land