Inviscible Tears Poem by Peter Gumbo

Ingeeh! ! is the song he awakens to as is the lullaby he sleeps to.
A reminder of a mistake,
a painful and dreadful aftermath of pleasure,
if only he had known better,
then things would have taken a different course.

A series of children all bore in close succession,
are the familiarities he has to face at home.
Home?
Home has become nothing but a word,
a meer sound lacking in meaning,
for what is home when relaxation is only a dream.
Silence seems like a song,
long sang but whose words are still so vivid,
as the cries of hunger and dissatisfaction hound him everywhere.

The voices of anger, anguish and sorrow,
haunt him like a ghost; a nightmare,
rare but which acts as a constant reminder,
of the responsibilities at hand.
Where's the rent?
I need school fees!
I need money for my clothes!
Oh! the pain of this voices.
Each time echoing through and through,
in the walls of his mind,
growing louder with every echoe
and resonating through to his eyes.

The sun is the welcoming touch,
that governs his body all day.
He tries to bare the heat,
and stare beneath the horizon,
only to become aware of a dream long gone.
His once bright future has become bleak,
his once clear sight has been mistified,
by the treacheries of pain and sorrow.
Fumes of tears chock his every breath and words.

His glistening forehead,
Is the symbol of the suffering he goes through.
Working without relief,
in order to relieve,
even a tinge of his mysery.
But all this is like sweat that know,
no relief from the wind for debts follow him like a shadow.
He tries to hide his tears,
under the mask of a smile,
but the perforations on the mask reveals,
draining tear streams,
from his bloodshot eyes.
He tries to down play his cries by forging laughter,
but his croaking voice plays his traitor,
because suffering knows no relief,
and all he is left with are inviscible tears.