The Silent Death

People die and it hurts
But not more than a living body
And a dead soul
The persons' life has become a patent
With no meaning in it
They live for the sake of being there
Physically
But their mind set is already in hell
Mentally
They see no colour only black and grey
Even if their walking across the street and someone murdered
Oh how they wish it were them
The silent death inside a human being
Alive physically
Dead mentally
*By Yamkela Sigwili*
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I wrote this poem because no one realises all the habbits they carry, this is what goes on behind other peoples minds and lets not let it continue, as soon as your feeling is mutual with this poem, just know something might be wrong, or it might not be 'cause of u, maybe someone you know but still "something might be wrong" and do something about it, poems are not just about a feeling, about hurt nor happiness but about creating awareness too.

The titanic journey...This year started with me having big goals to achieve, but I realised that I rushed to eat the meat when I haven't developed the teeth. I'm walking in a rocky road, I know where I am heading, but I am not sure If I have what requires this path, I still have my backpack (my dreams, passion and the drive) but I'm not sure if I have the keys. I know which door I'm going to, but I have thousands of keys to choose from but that's okay, time is with me. This path is full of emotions, it is not in sequence, I never know what to expect. I feel sadness and being alone, but my concern is why do I have to worry about who is coming along because after all isn't this MY journey? When I look over my neighbourhood, they are calling me to go rest with them and let everything go, I'd like to call them my frienemies, they are those people who don't wish me well, who fool me with their smiles so that I can think it's okay to let go of my dreams. I've come so far to be stopping here, my thoughts, my visions and my imaginations are over there, they are waiting for me to go get them, to live them. This time I not facing a "letting go phase", I'm facing "a left phase", when you thought you knew people and they suddenly leave you, when you are not being appreciated. I didn't stop them, it hurt watching them go, but they have their destiny to land on, they have people awaiting for them to be there since they never cared for me, maybe they learn humanity by those. Even a stapler doesn't put papers together without staples, so don't let the glue in you dry because of people who left your heart open, use that hole to fulfill, you that glue to to mend what is shattered. I'm in a titanic boat that is not sinking, but that is going from left to right, I scream, I laugh, I cry, I smile. I love the feeling, it's an adventure. This time I'm not choosing feelings, I'm not confussing my heart, telling it to be happy when it is really feeling pain or vice versa, I'm just going with the flow. Life is sometimes a fool, you just have to respect it in order to avoid noise, you know you better, so do better. Keep that titanic journey adventurous, nobody wants a daily routine, let it surprise you, shock you, bring tears, after all it can be tears of joy or sadness, or both. Just go with the flow, don't let go, keep walking the path,your dreams, your visions adn your imaginations await.