Mentally
I am digging through a grave
Looking for remains
Of a person who decayed
Decades of decent years ago.
I dig through this grave
That I shall later lay on
My head is misted, so I erase the thought
And let shovel and nails dig through for even a skeleton.
Mentally
I am dragging a tractor through the mud
With ambitions to capture a dragon
And earn some wisdom.
Mentally
Frustration is not near misery
It’s ephemeral
Just like a blink of an eye.
Mentally
I need a rescue team
On all fours
All over my surroundings
Lay me in a bed with no bedding
Just for mere relaxing
A minute, an hour
Don’t do it so sadly.
This was written by our contributing writer, Siwaphiwe Matha.
Image Source: Pexels, Deepak Ramesha
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