Doors by Maiketso

Quaz | Apr 24th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


The Notre Dame burned

I chose that narrow path
I decided to live near the river
I chose numerology

Twelve years a slave
Twelve years safe
I’ll charge it to climate change

Annivessary blues
I act like I didn’t I know you
I remember your birthday but you grew

Jesus said to him, “The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”

And other closed doors
Other closed ceilings
Inhibited feelings

Familiarity doesn’t help
I’m locked out of the bother
I’m staring at a wall

Poet Bio

I’m a poet in the Free State

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