Overwhelmed Poem by Nkosilathi Zinyane

Overwhelmed

He wakes and writes to many
Much that equates plenty
He hopes and wishes for any
To respond and make his day happy
And thereby lubricate his journey
But alas his effort is vainly

Lone as a desert is his day
His visions and dreams sparking at first now
Turn to grey
Grey of blurry of obscurity
His spirit soul and flesh they shout
Will any listen will any hear
Before he bails out

Is there pain, it runs deep
Is there sorrow, it gains traction
Is there an obstacle, it becomes steep
Is there a wish, a dream without action?
As a man soweth so shall he reap

None, none still has given a reply
What can he do than nurse his heart?
It seeks to cry
The pain of the pen
The grip of the pen is firm
Firm for strength, yet firm past the breaking point
There's nothing left in him except these emotions
Of writing to man that does not appreciate.