Nobody Knows Poem by Phinda Mkhonta

Nobody knows what he felt,
Within his dark-kept soul,
As still as a rail of a train,
Which strain his soul?
His night were floated flooded
With misery but deep in the rivers
Of morality of compassion,
Nobody knows what he felt.

Nobody knows what he felt,
Through his hands he felt
The texture chains pains of his
Wounded flesh from capital to tore,
With his wound into the rain,

Through all the darkness grope,
The heavy yoke on his soul failed him,
When his soul was exiled from his
Body temple, within his dead body,
His heart was pruned and found;
With songs of sorrows, faith and hope,
Were found in his heart but still nobody
Know what he felt.