The Road Once Travelled Poem by Shelton Chiuswa

The wounds of reflection press on my mind,
A numbness profound tags on my hind,
Distant whispers of voices once heard echo in mytympanic membrane,
Recollections of time and times adventures, clear and calm in an abyss
of past wonders

Click clock tick as the clock chimes in hymn with the chirpring robin,
Euphoria of the ballads once heard endow my imagination of voices soothing.
Joyus melodies soothe my heart.

Alas my hands clad in blisters and my nails coarse and bruised.
Like a one eyed raven i hobbled destitute of the time the celo played,
I grapple every breathe with great fight as a newly born fawn.
The sores on my feet tender, my toes numb and wood hard.

The caressing sun soothers my skin as the morning dew sips into the sores of my feet.
My rumbling tummy irks for a replenishment a distant visitor to the contours of my stomach.
I chew my lips for nourishment

My wears protecting my decency but weak to mother nature,
I huddle the garbage cans to keep safe and warm.
Night falls my peace is with the stars and the hoards of food stalls,
And my cough mixture to wash away my memories of the roads once travelled.