Sadness Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Night comes and I go to bed,
Wrap myself in a warm blanket and like a child,
I sleep beautifully into the silent night
But I can’t get rest.

A laborious day arises;
A streak of arduous work stands undisputed;
A parallel episode with my prospective glory day
Eludes timely.

There’s no time of the day when labour is over
But there’s a time when the day is saddest.
So, I sat alone at the highest summit in the middle of a quiet night.
Even though there was no hand of sound tapping on my ear drum,
I had no peace.

I noticed every face at a funeral
And the hospital patients were equally as sad,
So I gazed at a the cemetery and noticed that
The scenery of death was truly beautiful.