Kenneth Maswabi
Tormented by sorrow
Like a swarm of bees
Sorrow follows me
In every moment
Sorrow engulfs not only my body
But my sanity and insanity
There is nowhere to hide
Even inside my head
Sorrow ravages the streets of my peace
I am not only a victim of this strange
infestation
I am a carrier of sorrow, spreading it
across people
Like a rabid dog, I bite not with my
teeth
But with my disease
It is the putrid, rotten smell of sorrow
That lingers in the air long after I have
gone
That torments and fiddles with people’s
souls
Crushing and destroying their lives
This is not my story
It is a story meant to stir your spirit
To uncover the articles of sorrow in your
life
To remove the lid from the pot of your
horror
To start the healing process
Sorrow cannot be left alone
To cause unimaginable pain
Sorrow needs to be uncovered
Drained and pulverised
Layer by layer
Sorrow needs to be dismantled
And permanently erased from the human
psyche
It is the duty of our collective
consciousness
To rid the human psyche of any horrendous
experiences
It is our duty to care and love each
other
©Kenneth Maswabi
