A Refuge Of Sorrow. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

I've heard the wailers mourn for so long
Their grief resounds through the empty night
Life has been unkind in pursuit of pleasure
Lovers are meant to sorrow, crying out in the night.

I took the sleeping pills but sleep won't come
The voices in my mind scream louder than the wailers' hum
Thoughts are heavier than memories, a weight I bear
They stir my conscience, leaving me raw and bare.

My lover took her life, jumping from the bridge
She feared she'd lose me someday, it was her biggest dread
She fought battles with her subconscious mind
And left me with a heart that's shattered and confined.

Jethro Kisakye Mark.