A Ghost In Need Of A Resting Place Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Shells of my lost memories
Linger inside my empty hands
Sorrow left empty burrows inside my heart
All my tears consumed by an unforgiving world of pain
I am left holding onto an empty face
My happiness was taken away by the winds of time
I am a broken pot in need of a potter
A dry bed of a long gone river
Exposed to the harsh elements of time
My life was sucked dry by my fleeing stories
My bones left to rot inside my decaying life
I am a shell of my former self
A ghost in need of a resting place