Lurks over him,
And comforts him like cold blanket.
His permanent scowl, frightens even the gay birds that bless every uncertain day.
Miserable can a man possibly be so?
Side by side with his dominant beloved and his taxing offspring he is distracted
Attempting to experience the feeling even his depressed heart can no longer manufacture:
That drowned in a pool of sewerage and wasted talent;
Were replaced by:
Regret for the wrong path he chose.
© Nolulama Msomi