Dejection Poem by Ray Tatenda Mutizwa

What started as an embarrassment
a harassment it eventually turned to be
gone away the amusement was
resentment was all left around
nolonger was there any appointment
disappointment hit me in the face
slowly and despicable pace I evacuated
solace was all I needed then
Gross was the situation
Loss is all I could feel
no moss like a rolling stone I gathered
Like dross I washed thrown away
so cross I was when left out