Perhaps dark days

[Siyabonga Morrice]

Everything seems clear but understood not
I have stared too long as if it will not be of a complex
What to be seen when you take a light away and ask me to dance in a rain?
Let me complain of the time taken for light to slip through my hands
Opportunities come and go yet not even one is held
I have walked and searched but destination is found not
The journey is endless and tiring yet clock is ticking
I can just easly get old, lose effort and be exhausted
Perhaps dark days have grabbed with claws and teeth
They grab like a lion king after it prey
When the prey is down the lion dine
And roar to mean war when interrupted
The prey can be seen dead and breath not
Perhaps dark days have caught up to it
What strong that lives and not be drained out of energy
Not even a plant can be a survival of the fittest
Nothing good comes out of them
Who had plenty went through to witness famine
My friends are limited to fewer
Because they are characterized to dim invitations
Let me grieve and slowly dry up tears from my cheeks
Tears claim few drops and dark days would not let go
Though just that it...
Perhaps dark days you are a source of all tears
Nothing good comes out of you
If I have not known of dark days
I would not have to abuse alcohol
Would not be told to reduce smoke habit
No drugs would be used to escape dark days
Perhaps dark days could be deadly
Sharp as a weapon to overcome a body filled with toxic
Perhaps dark days can be fire chewing materials and spit out ashes
Perhaps they grow like fire as much as it touches it flammable substances
If fed well enough they can be big and grow tall as giants
No one like it not even an aged person could bear them
Atleast believers ought to pray for minimization
And a wise man ought to have knowledge to survive
If a wise man can be my captain I promote myself a role model
Perhaps dark days could be kicked like a ball in a field
When played be kicked to any direction
When scored, fair life be settled and celebrated
Perhaps dark days in that way could be one tortured
Perhaps dark days could fall and not be remembered
Not even slightly written in history of old book
Not read of nor spelled out
Not yet once seen when they remain empty like nothing to it
Not making a sound as of something never heard of
Because of their weakness and powerless let them be unknown
So that when a man is freed and happiness owned
Just that it...
Perhaps dark days should not exist