This world is not my home,
I’m a passing shadow,
a soul in transit,
borrowing breath from borrowed time,
Soon I will depart –
leaving behind the noise, the weight,
the fragile echoes of this place.
Beyond this life lies my true dwelling,
Where silence speaks louder than words and peace flows like an endless river
I’m Fortune Modau, a young poet from Boksburg in South Africa, who is proud of writing