Oh,

you wish to

know

what it is

I’m cherishing

in my

hand

Look,

isn’t it sweet

this

piece of debris

leftover splinter

of my stolen

heart.

Johan Wentzel

I gaze into the mirror

to seek a compromise

to clear my heart and spirit

of sorrow and of pain

I gaze into the mirror

alas, a hapless place

from hence I see reflection

albeit my own face.

Johan Wentzel

I need the smile

you flashed

in a moment

of tender

carelessness

I need the pain

of my soul

as it falls apart

on a bed

of ruthlessness

I need the moments

of silent recovery

when life ebbs away

in the desperation

of my loneliness.

Johan Wentzel

24/12/01