it’s a sad place

a sad place with no sense of belonging whatsoever

a sad place where we sing sadder melodies

a sad place where we stay up all night drinking coffee, dark, free from sweetening agents

a sad place where we’re exposed to bad spirit congestion

a sad place where we unapologetically ignore reality and indulge in hypothetical events ‘cause it just hurts too much

a sad place where we’re unable to conceal our vulnerability no more ‘cause it just hurts too much

a sad place where time is used for the occurrence of more deteriorating events instead of healing

a sad place full of pretence

a sad place with a fair count of fake smiles

a sad place where being happy, content, or conceited is considered as abnormality

a generation of sadness

there’s no way out

“there’s light at the end of the tunnel” she said, lies

relentlessly the thunders continue

relentlessly it keeps getting darker

relentlessly we’re getting used to this

relentlessly we’re surviving

relentlessly the rain of sadness pours mercilessly on us

but, it’s a sad place .

Ntandoyenkosi, 2023.