Why Poem by Thabani Khumalo

WHY?
SOMETIMES I STAND AND I WONDER TO MYSELF
(BECAUSE I CAN’T SIT DOWN) ,
WHERE IS SALVATION?

TO THIS DAY,
I CAN’T FIND HELP. IS THERE
ANY SPACE IN THE LAND FOR ME TO LAND
MY FOOT BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS HUNG
IN THE MID-AIR?
TEACH HOW NOT TO BE BEHIND THE TIMES
SO I MAY KNOW HOW TO KEEP UP WITH THE REST
AND NOT HAVE TO DO WITHOUT ANYMORE.
WHY HAS EVERYTHING GOT TO BE A HARD TEST?
WHY DOES EACH ONE OF MY MOVEMENTS
AMOUNT TO AMAZING AMOUNTS OF INPUT EFFORT?
I DO NOT DO ANYTHING WITH EASE,
ATTAIN NOTHING WITH EASE, AS MUCH,
THE GODS DO NOT RESPECT MY FEELINGS
AND THEY DO NOT COMPASS WITH MY PAIN.

WHAT PART OF CHARACTER COULD BE IMPROVED
BY SHAME AND THE EMBARRASSMENT OF A LIFETIME?
WHERE ARE YOU TODAY, ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME?
AMEN.