Kenneth Maswabi
The lonely road
This road goes nowhere
Like a dilapidated house
All warmth has been sucked out
It is full of broken heartedness
Pain fills the sockets of its eyes
Sorrow is the blanket that hangs on its roof
Like a mouthful of sourness
There is no taste, just bitterness
Like an old container of life
This road goes nowhere
It is the road to perdition
But yet it looks so innocent
With its old sagging trees
It is a road to no where
Like an ancient pyramid
It is surrounded by questions
Unanswered questions haunt its face
It is a ghost-like maze
That goes nowhere
Just like an overdose of turmoil
It is a desolate house of hopelessness
Its purpose is yet to be discovered
Like an old rag
It is full of holes that cannot be mended
In today’s society, every road seem to lead to this
spectre
Standing erect in the middle of the constructed
reality
The lonely road is full of people
Not knowing where they are going
They stagger around in total despair
Looking for an exist
That seem to be non-existent
It is a tragedy that needs an acute remedy
But everyone else seems to be busy with their lives
Unaware of this anomaly
They cannot offer any help
Until it’s too late
©Kenneth Maswabi
