Never Found

I have everything, I have nothing.

I live in death and yet breathe life.

I cry tears of sand into the ocean

Of regret of my times of passion that dissipate to

Meaningless intimacy.

I am loved, I am neglected.

I give everything yet I have nothing to give.

I sing a song marred with silent pain

That only serves to help me feel here to fulfil

The joy of another.

I am a dance, I am paralysis.

I water gardens of stones in the hope of miracles.

I feed panthers pumpkin pies in the hope that

They will adapt and

Not crave the meat off my bones.

I am happy, I am happy.

I have all my limbs and can dance among the lilies.

I sing with the birds and laugh with the hyenas

Because truly deep within my soul I know hurt and the cruelty

And relentless unforgivingness of the human heart.

So I meet faces. I meet skin. I meet bones. But never a soul.

It will take a miracle to live again.

Some hearts are never found. Never found.

But they sure well may be replaced.


Frank Malaba © 2012

Published by: Frank Malaba

Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian's 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture.

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