The stars look lost
The skies look sullen
The weather wheezes like it got asthma
Even the morning birds forgot to sing their morning hymn
Perhaps I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
But that doesn’t do enough justice in explaining
how everything around me seems to be darkening like the clouds in a storm
“achoo achoo!!” the brand noise of a fever
My heart felt tight
My mind spins aimlessly like a lost soul in Sambisa forest
I could feel a headache hitting in but I cared less
Nothing seems to interest me
The urge to scream was choking me
It was frightening
I could feel the pain from the pit of my stomach hitting hard against my chest
I tried to hold on to my last thread of sanity and stay optimistic
But I was exhausted
Tired of fighting
Tired of telling myself to stand up and run
Tired of telling myself to be optimistic
The words of the motivational speakers on the radio were starting to grow calluses in my ears
as it was as thou they all read out the same script
I know I shouldn’t give in to the darkness but somewhere at the back of my mind attic
I wanted to be consumed by it and just flow with the dark rhythm
The pain all rushed in at once but this time it was not the fever
I think I was falling prey to the grumpy and miserable man on black who has been trending lately
Mr. Depression finally stretched his claws out to me
ABANA ASABE RHODA ©2022
@Rhealyz Africa
