I feel like a paper used by a pen,
filled with written lies,
because of your stained ink in my mind.
The blotches of ink so smudge,
smudged like the teardrop destroyed on my cheek.
Folded words become unfolded,
than melt to show truth.
Torn into little pieces,
then squashed and vanished to be forgotten like smoke,
yet exists as I in a form of a white ghost.
Disappointment in me,
is given away by the eagerness of the mind.
Portraying your clear writing on the lines across my face.
Stabbed am I by the cold ink and harshness of a pointed pen,
Yet try to stand as straight as I can.
I was placed in a pretty little envelope,
With surprise, I’d known what lies within,
This was that, that final day, I’ll see what’s
Last to be seen.”
T. Dench Patel
The South African: Roamer
To be released on the 8th August 2019