Suffering in Silence
The sun had been courteously shining,
But disappeared progressively.
The clouds became dark and rushing;
I heard several thunderous thunders.
Small and scattered drops of rain started falling.
Then, it started raining and pouring;
With no umbrella, I compacted my paces.
I was critically soaked but paddled forward.
I became like a homeless dog in a desert,
Roaming around with no company;
I was devastated, completely desperate
On a foreign land, like in a mangrove.
No one to talk to, except my inner person
That called for death, but it never came.
I cried, I moaned and sniffled over and over.
My small heart was quickly pumping.
All my tears were wiped by the rain.
Choiceless, I seemed to like that shower,
Though it disturbed my journey.
In loneliness, my legs were wobbling.
I sat on a wanderer’s huge stone,
Bent my head on both my knees.
I recalled the days of good weather,
But I was optimistic to get dry someday.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile.
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2019