Mardene

In memory of a young woman in my varsity residence whose depression led to suicide, deeply touching many souls (Originally written in Afrikaans)

Published Categorised as Poetry

A storm cloud rumbles outside,

Its black shadow swirling inside,

Claiming the space where she was,

Fighting for my weary weak soul

Every day that suggests a smile

And every day that fills up with tears

Strings dull infinite black pearls

That twist around my rigid neck

Thoughts circle back to her again,

Asking, with no answers that come,

Why heaven could no longer wait,

Why it desired her fragile red beauty so

© Leonie Vorster 1989

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