Myself, meet Stranger
By Inet Morudu, South Africa:
I have watched myself evolve for the filthiest worst.
From human, down back to ape.
I am Sticky from sexual immorality,
heart hairy from emotional neglect.
I am sweaty from exerting man power
into a forced relation that shows no sign of surviving
without the sacrifice of my moral conscience.
I can barely recognize the thoughts that swirl,
suck and slurp me into self pity.
I don't know this heart that beats in this fragile body.
Whose is it?
It's so hard and rigid against the push of a loving current.
It's too late to revive it from the stab of being second best, an option, a gap filler.
Where is the receptive heart?
I have become a stranger to myself.
From the inside out. It's all new.
It's cold. It's clingy. It's empty.
It's lonely. It's ugly. It's needy.
It's desperate. It's not I. It's a stranger.
Myself, you have been replaced, meet Stranger.