Bududa Part Ii

Hopeless Despair, I felt Bududa I sit in despair as, fleeting thoughts axe my mind knowing there is no mending for this my tortured soul and spirit. There is no peace that I can find. I can't sleep, nor can I eat, where are the bed and the food? My spirit, scattered beyond repair, am ruined I felt Bududa Am at home, but homeless Hopeless and hapless I have life, but life less from the inside I stand on this mad and my feet feel, The death of earth`s delight-fulness Shattered in fright by the water falls from the sky, To my eye, I see the message in my mind that the soil can be dreadful As it slides in form of mud. Feeling obsolete, sitting on a bed of discouragement with head in hands and weeping. The hands of hard time has touched us drowning our hopes and desires Depression wraps its entrails, around us like a blanket of bush fire,But yet it is, so cold as we search for the shadow of relief. Just a shadow, just a hope, to lift this discouraged soul like a dove where my soul, my mind, and my body will no longer languish in hopeless despair. I felt Bududa.