Pointless Poem

I have painted my walls with blood
Shame fills the corridors of my heart
Regret ever present in my yard
This is another torn script
A page from my life

I have shed a river of tears
Over lost dreams and countless files of fears
Planned my own funeral
Just burn me alive and throw my ashes in the sewerage pipes of Jo'burg
Together with all those abandoned little souls

I have spent many nights awake
Contemplating in darkness of another step towards breaking free
Yet it all seems like an illusion
A swindled product of those collard thieves in pulpits
-I too once filled those pews

I have written countless pages on my life
Drugs, sex, depression, family, prison, love friendships
I'm a well scripted play
I get the clicks and the claps
And the loud applause
And when all is said and done
I am abandoned to solitude
I live in nothingness

Again this is a pointless piece
A soon to be forgotten script