Muzi; A Story Of A Talent And Doom Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

His nights are so dark
Like there'd ne'er be any sunny skies again
E'en forgot the clear night skies
When his mother'd scream her voice hoarse at the high moon
Instead, he preferred to clean his ears with a wire broom
His nostrils bellowing out clouds of sadness n' doom
Yet, despite it all, Grace still's so much room
His eyes bloodied by loads of powdery dementia
That has left him automatoned by the desires for ecstasy
Now, he just walks the dingy alleyways all-lonesome
He once had a family, he once was a father, once was respectable
With no now or tomorrow, he's faced with a long walk into nothingness
5 May 2022