Muted Feelings

Anger has me. Rage has me even better This now what I experience is sadness in my eyes because of the pride I carry. There are walls built up. There is a muted heart and a forgetful mind that renders me weak and hurts my feelings. I without shutters am a hurt sad soul and an angry being. Dead or alive, my feelings are the same when it comes to life. “Talking or breathing”, nothing makes sense other than being mute. In me, there is a hollo blank page of mystery summing up my life. My cry is a muted melody without a single tear. My defenses have been defeated. Nothing is worth losing. Poet Masego Nkuna