Encounter By The Gate Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Blues that've no dead end
Wherein love expressed genuinely tastes sour
And care feels thorny
Ever been where appreciation feels like an insult
Therein joy's muted in sorrow n' neglect

I've always desired to understand pain
Or how one can be so numb to appreciation n' gain
Like a fool driving at high speed through the rain
From torrents of anger n' rage he can't refrain
All I know's I need showers of peace n' love to regain.
7 July 2023