Poetry Bulawayo

Photo by Jabulani Mzinyathi They even doubt my sanity Lying on this contraption That puts bread on my table That earns me lots of admiration The many mouths I feed My life is like Russian roulette There in the city hustle and bustle Weaving through fast moving traffic Risking a gruesome death on the roads Playing cat and mouse games with cops The fatigue then takes its toll

These musty thoughts of hurt Never again to be retrieved From the recycle bin of this mind The dust clogged chest of drawers There the cobwebs will multiply In this musty room dump the trash The smithereens of my broken heart These musty thoughts of hurt The hideous ghosts of the past Severely battering today’s happiness A millstone around the neck That event cast into an abyss