Reggy

It’s a bitter pill to swallow
The bearer of bad news has called
With a word you are gone
The journey to yourself curtailed
It’s a horrible dawn
 Cut short before the rising sun
All we have is a memory of a dark night
No one knows if the sun was about to rise
 Or if it’s rays would have pierced the rain clouds
 Or if the night had its eyes set on infinity
You are a memory painfully etched on our hearts
A hope unfulfilled

 - For Fulufhelo Reginald Ratshitanga (R.I.P)