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