I Am Not Sad But Then I Am In The House Of Sorrow

I wrote a few lines of misery
And my tears punctured the page
My heart was torn apart
And my spirit was broken

I stepped on the mound of tears
And my body shuddered
I was a heap of sadness
And my soul was punctured

I went into the house of sorrow
And everything was painted black
Everyone was crying
And the cold tears pierced my soul
Striking deep at the cord of my existence
I was lost

I peeped into the window of nastiness
And my spirit was shattered
My joy vanished
And I cried

Kenneth Maswabi
(08-08-2019)