UNTOLD STORIES

untold stories linger in memory
like cobwebs in an abandoned home
covering space, engulfing the place
in emptiness, nothingness
no survivor to tell the tale
not here, none here
maybe out there, somewhere
together with the spilt milk
and scattered seeds

untold stories suffer in silence
muffled in a scream
stifled in a dream
of what seemed to be
the victor�s moment of glory
translated into the power of a story
first the telling, then the retelling
you�ve heard it all before
his story has been told
and retold, over again
mine, is still trying to unfold

untold stories drowned in the sea
and yet stolen sentiments prevail
in the minds that managed to flee
to the oases of distant islands
lying remote and unvisited
seeds of truth
sprinkled in barren lands
lying dormant and uninitiated
the chance of a fruitful life
at the mercy of the rain makers

untold stories lie invisible
in the open, undetected
concealed by fearful thoughts
camouflaged by sparks of emotion
unable to mutate into motion
the art that you draw on life
but theirs is drawn out
so they lie there, lifeless
waiting for a breath

untold stories linger in memory
a stale stench, nauseating
rotting reality, of decaying lives
unfelt feelings, untouched hearts
suffocating in the haze of a blind eye
a world standing on the verge
but still afraid to take a dip
in these cold waters of truth
so these stories remain
untold
but still they remain
in memory
untying in time
they persist


� tawona sithole
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