Anitah Muwanguzi

Bronze Star - 2,754 Points (31/12/1992 / JINJA UGANDA)

Sunday Sadness - Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

Cry if you need to

Tear your clothes apart if need be

Scream, shout, belt it all out

Frustration is bad for your soul

I remember the warm sun in your smile once before

You had a kind word for everybody

Your company was sought by every joy loving person

And you were never too busy for anybody

You lived to bring joy

But now you wear sadness for a mask

Your cloak is burning sulfur

The smoke coming off you in spades

Can be smelt miles away

Your fury has bitten your most cherished friends

And like a volcano on the verge of eruption

You are smoking hot

Now your heart is breaking

Because every heart you break, breaks yours twice more

Cry if you need to

But discard that cloak of sadness

Topic(s) of this poem: sadness

Form: Blues Poem

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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