Until the next season

In memory of Thabo Maepa & Themba Sangweni

My head is heavy
My eyes are raining
Lost in my twenties
Uncertain of my thirties
This migrane is bashing my brains
Bashing my sane insane;
I can no longer embrace
The ache to brave this raging pain away.

When my soul vapourises into ice
I shall fly like an eagle in the sky
I know our meeting was brief
Do not grief for my early leave
For I was called for a reason
Until the next season.

Ngoako Joshua Phalakatshela

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