It is nearly unbelievable how life could be resentful
Whereas, like a typical fool
It unreasonably strikes
And leaves you in marvel
Like CPR, it suddenly raises your consciousness
Each time you try viewing it from a bright perspective
It takes a sidestep
And comes sneakng behind in silence
Pounces on you in pretence
And wraps a blindfold around those naked eyes
In shades of black
Darkened like a total solar eclipse
Hidden in the deepest shadows of the cosmos
An ever evolving experience of chaos and bad tales
The only place that seems to welcome rest is six feet underneath
In a stress-free bed called tombstone
Quiet and peaceful as a lifeless stone
A place where the restless body finally finds rest in abundance
A place where whispers of disappointments and unending trials are silenced
And eternity acclaimed
The afterlife, is therefore, not as bad as we picture it
By Muyunda Ngenda
