It hurts, Counting minutes in vane Playing with ideas in my mind Music in the background, for the first time, With sad lyrics with which I can relate, it hurts They say there’s a season for everything Then it must be my worst seasonal condition Because it hurts to smile or move a muscle To breathe with no position To see with no vision To be with no mission To love for no reason It hurts, to feel free trapped in your own prison I feel this dark cloud confidently standing in my head Shadowing me around, causing me to fail At work, causing retrenchment In my bank account, living me broke In my poetic affairs, blocking my creativity In my spirituality, living me hopeless In my relationships, planting seeds of distance Then it rains in my soul With thunderstorms causing emotional disaster and endless complaints It hurts It hurts and I feel sick, My body is catching strange infections like; Jealousy, unhappiness, worthlessness, senselessness Impatience, frustration, blame And the list goes on and on and I can almost taste my death It hurts My pain goes deep Even the world is unable to sleep If it’s not xenophobic attacks then it’s someone dying of AIDS If it’s not a strong woman getting raped then it’s a promising leader committing suicide If it’s not political agendas Then it’s religious warfare‘s If it’s not my mother finding peace in the truth Then it’s my cousin moving one step forward and ten steps back It hurts Looking at my brothers 4 year old With his big beautiful eyes, innocent smile and intelligent mind Having to grow up with a hurt aunt In a constantly hurting world. |