A deep hollow hole of pain and sorrow
drowning me to my depths.
Consuming me from the smallest hair on my head
to last nail on my toes.
A flashback of videos of my past haunts me
each time I try to shut down my eyes.
It is repeatedly played in my head even though
I do not want to watch.
My eyes are done crying…no tears left.
Loneliness has become my best friend.
Ukwesaba has become my daily night buddy.
Anger has taken control of me.
Inzondo has formed part of who I am.
Yet injabulo seems to be a stranger to dear me.
For I not know where I am.