The Bloody Tears of a Poet

THE BLOODY TEARS OF A POET By: Sikolwethu Mthethwa I am drowning... A wide smile on my face But my soul is  frowning For it is sinking to a dark place In my head the devil's voice sounding "You are inadequate", he whispers In my ear. Immediately, his poisonous words instill a great fear I  bare witness as my eyes shed a tear. I curse life and loathe to be here Wishing my day of passing was near. I dig deep into the trenches of my soul, Hoping to find the lies in his words. All I find is a deep dark hole There my essence and being lie in their death beds. Will I ever resurrect? Will I ever live not just exist, in fact? My purpose destroyed, now to this world I  cannot make an impact. The sharp blades of despair have pierced my heart. Into shreds my confidence has been ripped apart. Wishing every breath was my last, Living is a chore, an exhausting must. If Jesus is coming back can he walk a little fast, I hope his arrival awakens my soul So I can be free from this gloom at last.